The innocent it'll find.
Gentle ones.
Ones that never seem to mind.
It starts with a decline.
When the world has guns,
the innocent it'll find.
Finding the bind
in our only sons,
Ones that never seem to mind.
Warrior in a line
with a heart that numbs.
The Innocent it Will find.
Sitting in Pines
are ones that run,
Ones that Never seem to mind.
Then there is no more time.
Another rush comes.
the innocent it will find.
ones who never seem to mind
