Innocence

The feeling that evolves,

from the hollow stare of Truth,

is a power that you hold,

when there is nothing you can lose.

From the childish face of God,

to the time you'll pass away,

its a feeling you hold on,

till you start it all again.

It comes from all the stories,

that once Granny used to say.

But now its ended steeply,

on qualm hearts that often break.

A sun that once shone bright,

has now, a darker mind.

The shadow of doubt, comes alive.

It creeps in the Truth we deny.

There are mistakes and regrets,

But there's something more than pain.

For the harder part of soul,

is not guilty, nor the same.

Nothing is at stake,

in those impassive eyes of Truth.

And nothing can ever break,

the silent power that rules.

If everything you've tried,

has fallen all apart,

the one thing that remains,

is the goodness in your heart.

A time for you will come,

and it comes with all the reason,

to prove that they've been wrong

and that you've always been innocent

But till misery makes you numb,

till torture makes its way,

till there's nothing you can fall from,

you'll have to keep a constant wait.

And as the broken trust, lay shattered.

Crystal clear, from all your fears.

The mighty Truth, lives after

you and all your years.

If all they do is accuse,

then let them set ablaze

the questioning fear that burns them,

their glory and their name.

For a time will come for you,

and it comes with all the reason,

to prove that they've been wrong,

and that you've always been innocent.