My innocence has lost its way
in the dark alleys of lies and hatred,
Soon the truth will be out
in the open for no one shall betray,
Think thick or thin stick is
what one's mind ponders on,
Countless questions like
pebbles on the river banks,
Ghostly feelings and hungry eyes
prey on your susceptible self,
You look for a tree to climb but
forget screaming as you fall flat on your face.
in the dark alleys of lies and hatred,
Soon the truth will be out
in the open for no one shall betray,
Think thick or thin stick is
what one's mind ponders on,
Countless questions like
pebbles on the river banks,
Ghostly feelings and hungry eyes
prey on your susceptible self,
You look for a tree to climb but
forget screaming as you fall flat on your face.
