The Raping of Innocence 


How cruel the first cut

When innocence reels in confusion

As hate plucks the fruit from illusion

Then wonder yields to fear


The sting to first learn

What the concept of trust must have been

As the pain of deception sets in

Then joy yields to despair


Oh the shattered dreams we bear


When so powerless

On a windless sea with sails unfurled

We stand naked before a strange world

Then soul yields to judgment


Wounded by lessons

Thus armed with a cloaked reality

We start our climb back to dignity

Then shame yields to honesty


Oh the shining souls we share


N.N. 4/15/09