My innocence

Innocence stolen

 

Make myself small, will I disappear?

I pray to God 'don't see me here'

would I, if I had a knife?

terror bleeds my brain of life

 

Way too small to protect myself

but far too big to hide on the shelf

so you took that piece of my soul

my precious innocence you stole.

 

My soul is clean and pure

of that, I am forever sure

I'm not to blame for what you did

when you claimed what is forbid

 

Shame on you, for what you've done

would I, if I had a gun?

and you must live with what you stole

you have damned your blackened soul.