I am your innocence
Bring the broken bones
Wrapped in woven sack
Tied then opened
Released and spread out
On this industrial floor
Assembled they are my body
For you to collect again
To gather and place back in woven sack
I am your innocence
Placed on self
Amongst the past
All bags awaiting to be opened
With only candle light
The footsteps at the door
The handle slowly turns
The tears I hear from your eyes
Take me to the factory
Spread me on the floor
Tell me you understand
For I am nothing but your innocence
I have nothing left to hide