The death you have seen and the hate you have heard.
Young ears full of dead men’s lies.
Your mark of innocence, forever blurred.
Curse the day your heart was stirred,
those around you sought to disguise
the death you have seen and the hate you have heard
Through windows and dreams you spotted a bird
How beautiful her wings when given to rise,
Your mark of innocence, forever blurred.
She landed in the grass, food assured..
What you know now, and you could apprise,
The death you have seen and the hate you have heard
Not far stood a boy, sights on the bird.
His slingshot and pleasure and the birds surprise.
Your mark of innocence, forever blurred
Stronger today, yet faith interred,
To our wicked world more the wise.
The death you have seen and the hate you have heard
Your mark of innocence, forever blurred.
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