"Innocence is in the baby’s cry,
Innocent are the birds that fly.
Innocent is a mother’s lullaby,
Innocent is a little sonsy.
Innocent are the motley flowers,
Innocent is the nebulous sky.
Innocent is the silent brook,
Innocent is the grass bedewed.
Innocent is an euphoric sonata,
Innocent for sure was sweet Cinderella.
Innocent is the feel of new rain,
Innocent is an orphan in pain.
Innocence is in mother’s snuggle,
Innocent is a baby’s chuckle.
Innocent they and innocent we,
Least innocent is the LIFE we see."
Innocent are the birds that fly.
Innocent is a mother’s lullaby,
Innocent is a little sonsy.
Innocent are the motley flowers,
Innocent is the nebulous sky.
Innocent is the silent brook,
Innocent is the grass bedewed.
Innocent is an euphoric sonata,
Innocent for sure was sweet Cinderella.
Innocent is the feel of new rain,
Innocent is an orphan in pain.
Innocence is in mother’s snuggle,
Innocent is a baby’s chuckle.
Innocent they and innocent we,
Least innocent is the LIFE we see."