The Loss Of Innocence

When suddenly at nights dark thoughts intrude your peaceful sleep

And your dreams wander in places long-forgotten

When visions of loss and regret engrave their ugly features on your skin

And you feel your purity slipping from your hands

When gradually you see the years you’ve lived turn into statues

-The hopes and dreams you had, now cast in stone

And when the years that come appear to be stillborn

-When you reach out to touch them they have already gone

Please don’t let sorrow and grief make you bitter

With honesty and diligence search in your heart and find

The secret gift of your old innocence

And if by chance once, in a black winter night

As a casual trespasser on your way back home

Suddenly you spot a tragic figure writhed

Don’t let me quench blinded by my guilt

But like a Good Samaritan

Lend me a hand

Salva me