sweet girl, she can smile..
missing the days when she was a child
when innocence was at its best
no problems or work, just fun and nothing less
but time slips and runs away,
the child grows with everyday
innoncense begins to fade
time brings mistakes and changes are made
here and gone in a flash
now the prestant becomes the past..
she buries her innocences inside of her
in her heart emotions seem so confused, and a blur
time is so frail and mistakes so hard at mending
so charish the mommet, cause the changes can be quite large and pending
from sin first kiss,
memorys that we want to regret, but never stop to miss
comes the beauty of lust and desires,
the heart burns and races like a flaring fire
and it steps and repeats
innocences is born from where love meets..