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Innocence

I am far from adored innocence
I am a flawed perfection
Believe me, I want significance 
Felt useless by rejection

I am willing to feel peace all day
I need to be heard during nostalgic nightfall 
Crickets call for me as I stray away 
Into the narrow path that lead to His hopeful hall 

Losing my mind into the sinking sad of your saturated woe
Buried my feet below the surface of your waves to and fro 
Anything happens sadly when happiness fails us yesterday
But, tomorrow is a day away, so I pray we make it all the way 

Still, you are the ever-swaying clouds, glistening in the desert sky
What about you pour down your healing rain and dew?
Sorry, but not sorry I am sick with the crazy love flu too
Colliding with rain of disdain that loses grip of jubilation on high 
I feel a jolt of energy as I pass you by like a quick bolt
I broke down your walls and, yes, you allowed me to
Honey, you think I am silly, innocent and inexperienced, 
But I have learned life’s lessons that are so difficult…
I am not unskilled and naïve…don’t you have a clue? 
I try to prove my worth…however, you’re not convinced…

Remember December and its elegant ember that burns within us
Soon, June shall grant us a July of justifiable change, so don’t fuss
Clinging on to the dark ceiling of set-me-free
Oh, how I long for authentic, sky-high liberty 

I am a victim to vulnerability these days unfortunately
My voice is vital to His ears as I cry for help honestly
Tigers of tragic tension and turmoil try to attack me at every angle 
I am hungry for Your gracious guidance, for I am an unsolved riddle 

Please forgive me, I am a sinner and I am not innocent
I have done you so much wrong in the past and present
I have a million downfalls, but I am strong and full of courage
In a dangerous dilemma, trapped in failure jail that’s as cold as a fridge

I am frozen and left freezing
Again, I am deceived entirely by your shady intentions 
I am sick of people-pleasing
So, I won’t pretend I am not sinking due to sorrow sessions 

Oh, dear friend, from the start,
I thought you had a kind heart
You hurt me…
You took my innocence

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