A pall of innocence waits in hiding,
Waiting the symbol of sole permit.
Waits in the shadows always savoring,
Each day and night awaits commit.
It walks in the mist,
Insists on the light,
Prays and focuses,
With all its might.
For the visions of reason to point the way.
To hear an answer for something to say.
A right or a wrong all the madness in view.
To sooth the decisions it has to think through.
So it stands in mock,
Pretends its a rock.
Says, it's in stone,
In myself alone.
So the pall of innocents goes back in hiding
Goes back in the shadows, back to abiding.