Innocence is easy to lose,
It may come with a bruise,
It may lead to abuse.
Innocence is something to admire,
Those who have it are yet to be caught in the crossfire.
With innocence I aspire to be,
Maybe then again I'll be full of glee,
Maybe then I'll no longer feel like I have to flee.
This world takes what's pure,
Takes the lines and makes them obscure,
Makes everything seem like torture.
Makes it hard to see the good,
Everything seems to be misunderstood.
It's hard to see the light,
It's easier to be full of spite.
It's easier to be unclean,
And to act like part of a machine.
