Innocent One
Worried am I for the innocent one
Whose eyes have witnessed the blood of life.
Worried am I for the innocent friend
Whose skin was broke by the deadly knife.
Worried am I for the forgotten one
Who seems uninterested outside.
Worried am I for the forgotten friend
Who screams of pain and help inside.
Worried am I for the lost person
Who searches for a path to fallow.
Worried am I for the lost person
Who longs to find the hidden light shadow.
Worried am I for the broken one
Whose eyes sob over a wanted love.
Worried am I for the broken one
Whose skin was tortured by weeping blood.
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