expected it sooner we are all made of clay chaff,dust too ***** to be clean I swallowed all guile hoping for good held on to shadows until this day my eyes flew open I stagger to stand it won't reoccur but I'm too weak to know expected it sooner my tears won't flow not even for joy that moment happened I took my stand the verdict so true I guess you'll doubt so sorry but its true the little girl has grown now words can't reform I'm sorry but its true I left fear behind at home with the maid now bye to you I say anything holding me is gone swept,crushed in anger and gone i'm finally free free to fly, to soar I knew all this since dawn but will this really last... i'm clay and I remember can I bear his piercing gaze?
the **** of innocence is not necessarily in losing virginity but in purity lost, our society has lost it, many of us too.