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The Loss Of Innocence (Pantheist)

When suddenly at nights dark thoughts intrude your peaceful sleep And your dreams wander in places long-forgotten When visions of loss and regret engrave their ugly features on your skin And you feel your purity slipping from your hands When gradually you see the years you’ve lived turn into statues -The hopes and dreams you had, now cast in stone And when the years that come appear to be stillborn -When you reach out to touch them they have already gone Please don’t let sorrow and grief make you bitter With honesty and diligence search in your heart and find The secret gift of your old innocence And if by chance once, in a black winter night As a casual trespasser on your way back home Suddenly you spot a tragic figure writhed Don’t let me quench blinded by my guilt But like a Good Samaritan Lend me a hand Salva me