innocence

A boy walks in the night
a torture soul who's lost
his inners seem to fight
his heart knows the cost
with all their might
they fight
the path he chose to take


His tears drop loudly
shattering on the ground
His hands hold his life soundly
the spirits are forced to frown


Two broken souls push him on his way
down the path of destiny
A dark shadow stalks him
with plenty to say
his mind dangles hardly on a limb

Sanity starts to leave him
his hope is gone
his world starts to dim
But alas, a new light starts to dawn

One that leads to his dreams
of hope faith and love
Her beauty reminds him of what he's seen
and of that innocent little dove

Taken by the bluebird
and taught its evil ways
stole fellow birds eggs
its wings grew blue before not too many days


With a sword in one hand
his faith in the other
Against evil he stands
with memories of a sister
and a mother




I wrote this thinking about my story called Innocence hah wonder where i got the name? Read it sometime and please give it some comments

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When I think about it it does conect to your story. Nicely done



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