Little boys, little girls.
Come into this world.
No idea, what’s ahead,
Day by day, life unfurls.
Take my hand, look both ways.
See what’s there around the turn.
Danger waits in the streets.
So much for you to learn.
And they’re innocent.
What we were and may one day be.
And they’re beautiful.
In ways we can’t even see.
Little girls, little boys,
Aren’t always who they seem.
And your plans for their lives,
May not be their dream.
As they grow, as they change,
As they feel the need to hide,
Love them, all of them,
Don’t be afraid of what’s inside.
And they’re innocent.
What we were and may one day be.
And they’re beautiful.
In ways we can’t even see.
Little boys, little girls,
Not ready for a fight.
Creatures of the dark,
Reach out and steal their light.
Little girls, little boys,
Pain cutting like a knife.
Take a step to stop the hurt.
And walk out of this life.
And they were innocent.
What they were they’ll never be.
And they were beautiful.
In ways we can’t even see.
And they were innocent.
Oh, they were innocent.
(Originally posted on Runner12.com and dedicated to the memories of Blake Brockington, Ash Haffner, Zander Mahaffey, Melonie Rose, and Lealah Alcorn. Each of these young people were victimized by creatures who stalked and bullied them until they felt they couldn't take anymore.
They were innocent. And they were beautiful. And our lives are less because they are no longer with us.)
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