I think back to when I was young,
To things I wish I'd never known,
I think back to innocence,
I remember, innocence,
I never did own.

It's a whisper of a thought,
A shadow of a dream,
Of a sin so great,
So real it seemed.

I was so young...
I would reach for the door,
And knew I was short,
I would puts sheets on boxes,
And call it a fort,
I would play tag at my school,
The fastest of my friends,
I would lay still in my bed,
Thinking this was the end.

She came into my room,
Not far into the night,
Took my blanket and my clothes,
Said it's alright,
Tonight,
I'll just explore,
Nothing more,
Don't cry,
Don't be a bore,
Don't be a child,
Be something more,
Maybe you'll understand,
When you're older,
When you're a man.

This, whisper of a thought,
This shadow of a memory,
It clouds me when I think,
Of how young I used to be,
To young to see the sin,
Or know where to begin,
When shame filled my soul,
I knew not how to win.

I can't explain away the scars,
The marks upon my skin,
Where she placed her hand,
And let her nails dig in.

Tell no one of my sin,
Speak nothing of this night,
Or I'll do this all again,
I knew that she was right,
So I kept my quiet of my pain,
And let her do her thing,
She said, you're lucky,
I don't wear rings.
And don't pout,
She said to me that night,
Then took her fingers out.