In the family, where hearts entwine,
A black sheep walks a separate line.
Alone, yet strong in shadows deep,
Guarding truths that others keep.
Eyes that see through every lie,
Finding truth where falsehoods fly.
A heart resilient, bearing weight,
Of silent doubts and quiet hate.
Lonely paths, though often walked,
Lead to wisdom rarely talked.
In solitude, strength is found,
A voice of truth, clear and sound.
Misunderstood, yet powerful still,
With iron will and steadfast thrill.
The black sheep treads a path unseen,
Through valleys dark and fields serene.
In solitude, there’s power true,
A guiding star in skies so blue.
A beacon in a stormy sea,
The black sheep rules with dignity.
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