For some it may be vague, but innocence lies in all our hearts,
deep down in an abyss we call our chests, mingled upon other parts.
Faint and frail, light but heavy, we'll carry it in our arms.
Weary and dreary, rich but fading, until exhaled,
our last breath falls.
A child's mind grows deep inside our old and tired frames,
it lingers far, for there are, desires cast in open flames.
As time goes by, there we'll lie, decomposing bodies,
it'll never age, though we'll die, just innocent remains,
just souls waiting to fly.
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