Innocence
It is a precious gift
most of the time we don't know
it's there but when it gone
it's missed
A childs eye's so free
from it all, they don't know what they posses
Such a gift, too bad it doesn't last
There are people out there to protect it
they never really know what it means
for the innocence to be taken
Hang on to it for all it's worth
for you can never get it back
not really knowing what's to come
it's hard to know when it starts to go
why it leaves us naturally we'll never know
much better than when it's taken
hang onto it for all it's worth
protect it with all your might
innocence is the gift of a life uncertan
but one that can not be reclaimed.