There is a time in life when we believe things to make sense
A time in our lives that is colored by our youth and innocence
A moment when we know not the difference between wrong or right
A moment when we fear the darkness and reach for safety of the light
A span of our lives when we believe all the words that we hear
A span in our lives when we think those we love will always be near
Then comes an instance when the innocence is torn apart
In that instance we lose the love we have through holes in our heart
We are forced to see the truths about the world in which we live
A world that feeds off of the good-natured and all that they give
A world built upon the blood of the naive and their dreams
A hell forged through depraved sinners tirades and screams
There is a time when we believe things to make sense
A time when we are blinded to the truth by our ignorance
Jameson Wilds 