Ode To Innocence

Of heavens and glories past stories were told Of heroes and knights fairy tales and dreams were made With delight and pure passions strings of gold and silver were weaved Into thoughts of beauty much too great In enchanted palaces over pearl filled seas We prayed to live out the glory of our dreams Though we were once kids to whom the stories were told We are now old and towards the same stories we grew cold Blind to the fairies in the tales our eyes used to see And to the beauty of grace we used to seize We helplessly lay caught in the web of life as it takes place Grieving we wonder when did our sweet innocence fade away? But then with hope at night when lights are turned down low We reminisce how we once were innocent a lifetime ago