I am your innocence
Bring the broken bones
Wrapped in woven sack
Tied then opened
Released and spread out

Assembled they are a body
For you to collect again
To gather and place back in woven sack

Placed on shelf
Amongst the past
Awaiting to be opened
In candle light

The footsteps at the door
The handle slowly turns
Take me to your factory
Spread me on the floor
Tell me you understand
For I am nothing but your innocence
I have nothing left to hide