Innocent

I fall the innocent, I fall the innocent Hell above me falls on me

The Bow

And the suns smiles down on your face. But nothing gets away, and love of a sentimental place. That you had to give it all, but nothing was the best until your home. The rest came and placed a little figure on my face. But your were not the one to live and to be graced. And all that i could say was getting better on the way home. Take your face its my right. Like get it on , take love send it on and invite it on. It’s like it on. And let it go.