Softly, deep inside,
The home of an innocent soul resides.
It's clean, it's new!
And the soul is nothing but true.
Pure to the core, deep inside,
Where the heart resides.
But time moves, and things occur.
The black, the temptation, the lures!
The pain, the hurt,
The words so curt.
Stab, stab, stab! Oh, the black!
The soul! Innocence! you can never come back!
So pure, now corrupted,
Where time cannot be interrupted.
We grow, and we blacken whole,
Until there is nothing but a hole.
So painful, and there is no way to ease.
"The innocence! Purity, give it back please!"
No answers for a soul locked deep inside,
The soul of lost innocence, there is resides.
 Ukeire · Mon May 25, 2009 @ 04:55am · 0 Comments |
