Innocence

The world is passing by today,
The time is racing us,
I say.
Amazing! How sweet,
"Innocence" sounds,
whenever one has lost his way.
Childlike but not totally lost,
supressed but not fully slain.
Mindless fools threaten to differ,
beg for peace in a one last offer.
Underestimate the purity of giving,
when an abused life is not worth living.
Utter the thoughts you have forsaken,
forgive me for my rash conclusion.
I once thought conscience was futile,
when a deed done;
could crush the soul so fragile.
But time again has washed all memories,
of promises kept and sacrifices commited.

Tuesday, September 07, 2004