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Innocence

The sun never gives me time to rise
her coat was cut according to her size
he says ‘give me a red rose, I’ll make you shine’
don’t buy a car with no test drive.

Outside is old, my eyes are new
the more her hair was cut, the more it grew
he wanted something, she  never knew
don’t use hard work for an excuse.

The night never gives me time to rest
she’d do anything for success
and suddenly, an accident
the lesser the mistakes, the less you get

My plate never feeds me, time to eat
her mind was slow, heart quick to beat
he’s washing his cotton bed sheets
don’t buy a book you can’t read.

My book was burned, one page was left
she wrote a story called ‘Innocence’
he changed the story, a different pen
if the sun is watching you sleep, don’t pretend.

Time to rise
time to shine
time to die
life is a story read by different eyes.

Time to live
time to see
time to believe
life is a test for the mighty.

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