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