Will you follow?

Where conscience leads
Logic must follow
As the sweat beads
And the lump in our throats
Makes us swallow
Where there are needs
And bellies hollow
As your heart leads
Are we of sheep or just goats
Of Apollo

Narrowly found, hearing the sound
Of the soft, gentle voice of the shepherd
Made of just ground, Eternally bound
To free all the lost and lepered

The heart that heeds
Is not left hollow
But filled with the seeds
clothed in the coats
Of all hallow
The wants and greeds
make us wallow
Though your path leads
through firey moats
Will you follow?

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