Innocence and Filth
Oh to be innocent and untouchable.
To have a mind bright and carefree.
To have love, simple as a swingset
And all wounds healed with a hug.
The world was bright and I,
I was a small star glimmering among the heavens.
But I am not young and innocent.
I carry with me an active mind
And a strong love, reigned and measured.
And yet all wounds are silenced with a hug.
The world is harsher and I am still
A small star, piercing through the hopeless fog,
Breathing in the filth, praying to survive.