Innocence versus experience,

That's what they preach,

This innocence is being sucked,

By life's little leech.

I've been through too much,

To gain it all back,

Now the sun has set,

And the sky has turned black.

The sky is so dark,

For our secrets within,

But when the sun rises,

We hide them again.

All we are,

Is dust in the wind,

Swept away,

By our feelings and sins.