Someone call them home

Someone call them home their Shepherd is no more
They still there in the wild,
They still grazing
The Sun is setting
I hear their young begin to cry
As darkness descends
Someone call them home their master is no more

There are wolves in the mountains
Predators waiting to pounce on whichever falls astray
They are lost in the wild
Exposed and vulnerable
Easy pickings
Someone call them home their becon to guide them home is no more

We all know if he was still
He would have brought them home
Before darkness descends
Weather it was raining or pouring rocks
He would would be in the open field
With none left behind
Someone call them back home

We'll look after them
We'll provide comfort for them
We'll shelter and feed them.
He's not coming back
He had abandoned them
He had forsaken them

Yet still they wait
They still look in the direction they hope he'll come from
But darkeness has settled in and he is not coming
Someone call them home
Their master is no more