Innocence clear, delicate 'n fragile,
Beauty in its lack of guile,
Snowdrop 'mongst drab rock greystone,
Crystal glint off wood anemone.

Boot crunches, foot crushes,
Forgotten lies the spark of life,
Battered under fist o' punches,
Forgotten how to flow with strife.

Crying, suffocated, lonely angel,
Longing for those days gone by,
Longing for reprieve from baneful ...
Longing for the high and sky.

Then, with closed eyes, shuttered ears,
Blind to world but embracing tears,
Searching, finding, 'n embracing fears,
Need for cognition disappears.