Is there an age of innocence?
For each and everyone?
Can this continue all our lives?
From birth till death were done

Yes it can continue
It's entirely up to us
Before we start to judge someone
It's through their eyes we must

That young one walking on the street
Just innocence on two feet
But a few years pass and ventures found
And innocence there remains

The same feet, same sidewalk
But is guilt just some others thought?
Let us not be hasty, but think a little first
Guilt is but a word but used just like a curse

That person walking on that walk
Is merely walking home
In time will be with the Father
The maker of innocence

Wayne