Innocence

Oh these flashes make her blind,

All they see is outer shine
In pursuit of bogus charms
Our little girl was left behind

She remembers the old times,

Candies, Barbies and Wind chimes,
People were so warm and sweet
Happy Faces, purpose neat,
Now the world is all but kind,
Lust and greed on their mind

They welcome her to their twisted town,

Of poser kids and gothic clowns,
Both their walks and words are wayward,
Strawberry means, strawberry flavoured.
Every creature moving straight,
Is a concealed, bespoke fake

A tough setting to endure,

To carry the virtue and keep it pure,
Once its gone is hard to find
Cos out of sight is out of mind
What was to be a brand new day,
She had her sight but lost her way

-Arad