innocence is the bird hatched out of simplicity
things that are pure and things untouched
innocence is the bird bright and colorful
that sits proudly on her shoulder from dawn to dusk
innocence is the bird whose wings span broad
obstructing her view and keeping her blind
innocence is the bird that circles her head
guarding the soul and protecting her mind
innocence is the bird who is enduring and faithful
protecting her thoughts in the day, her dreams in the night
innocence is the bird whose silent but deadly
vanquishing her demons till there's no danger in sight
innocence is the bird who grows old and frail
whose wings start to drop and appearance starts to fade
innocence is the bird who becomes weak and vulnerable
who is caged and oppressed, tortured and jailed
innocence is the bird who has lost too many battles
who song grows desperate hoarse and shrill
innocence is the bird who falls into silence
who with the bullet of knowledge was too easy to kill
innocence is the bird whose wings get crushed and broken
under the weight of the reality and the pressure of truth
innocence is the bird who takes its last breath
who is buried beside naivety and mourned with her youth
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There's a Universe in Here
Poesia"When I was real young I had a real love (Although he didn't know) When I was young I had a real crush A time forever ago"
