The Innocent, A Final Fury
No, I'm innocent!
Why do you all try so damned hard
To corrupt me?
Can't there be a world where there isn't pain?
Won't you let there be a place where things are
sacred?
You all frighten me so with your new world
visions, your blind unity,
Saying everything will be alright if we smile and
pretend.
I am only a child, and I catch my wings in your
brambles.
I am so angry
And so afraid
That you will take it from me,
Take it all away from me at last.
Please!
Let me hold on to the holiness left in me!
It's not at all
As complicated as you make it.
It's standing in a field gathering flowers
Crying, "God, let me keep some of myself
Before I give it all away,
Or they take it all away from me!"
When you come to save me,
There won't be anything left of me!
Kara Peterson