Purity rolls in like the soft waves hitting a shore
With delicacy and calmness, the waves advance further
The circular motion of waves like the cycle of innocence
Beginnings are innocent in that beauty resurrects
Innocence is brighter then the largest stars
But fragile that it could be broken in the hands of madness
It represents another realm of everyone
Peeking through the gateway to the soul,
innocence paints a picture with a lack of recognition of evil
Having the ability to maintain order, civilization and immortality,
it creates a fine glass revealing the inner being