Come back, oh, child of Innocence! Come back!
Oh, you, who had no thought.
You, who had no image.
You, who had nothing to fear, but what laid up in a tree.
Come back, oh, you, who had known nothing of the world.
Come back, you, who had unscathed feet.
You, who we’re willing to dare. To take chances.
Come back, child, who did not know.
Your ignorance was bliss.
Come back, you, whose heart was pure, and arms were open.
Come back, eyes, who had known no tears, or darkness of the world to come.
The world has turned them black, and your heart is gone.
You now long for the earth to swallow you whole.
You cry out when it does not.
“Why? Take me! It is all I ask now. Take me!”
Come back, oh, child of Innocence.