Where once was childlike simplicity. Now only remnants of blind ideals. This quality of innocence. Once tarnished, is forever lost. It's lost.... It's lost....
Creases in the depths of our existence. Without which, there can be no substance. These rifts and folds within our lives. Each day, a new disruption arrives.
Are we so brave?. Are we so bold. As to deny our hearts?. Are we so numb?. Are we so cold. As to defy our conscience?. . Awkwardly, we walk alone. So distant and so uncaring.