Innocence can be found
In the depths of the pressured sound
Follow the vibrations
Until your heart is pounding like a drum
Instincts will kick in, but stay there
Even though you will want to run
The breeze moves the trees
The trees moves the dirt
The dirt feeds the leaves
It's deep in the earth
The sound of the sun
The gleam of the light
The pulse is the one
It's there, still, at night