Such innocence made in a child
And rarely wasted on none expectant
But often spoiled by those
Who only dream of seeing themselves
And never a crying no one
A kissing no one
Or a dieing no one
Such innocence decieves
Young people eat dirt and
Pull lace and ribbon off their wrists
And handing them away to us
The believers find in uncomprehension
The key to killing an innocent child
And salvaging their own dead youth
