“I Am Innocence”

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“You are innocence,” the voices were always there to say,

The world we built kept it hidden, it gravely did betray.

Yet the truth of who you are calls it clearly by its name,

Whenever you forget to claim it, it’s always there to claim.

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“I am innocence,” I say it loud and say it true,

No translation ever needed, I become the view.

The distance between knowing and the knower dissolve,

The singer and the song at last resolve.

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“We are innocence,” though most have yet to know,

Still lost inside the verdict of the long ago.

I hold it for the others who do not hold it yet,

The truth about them also, I’m the one that won't forget.

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“I am innocence, I am innocence,”

Not earned, not a verdict, not a recompense.

Before the House of Good and Bad ever staked its toxic claim,

“I am innocence,” alive forever inside of freedom’s flame.

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You heard it from another, then you find it renewed,

Then you give it to the others who forgot they knew.

Three roads into knowing, all leading to grace,

From hearing it to owning it to lighting every face.
 

“I am innocence, I am innocence,”

Not earned, not a verdict, not a recompense.

Before the House of Good and Bad ever staked its toxic claim,

“I am innocence,” alive forever inside of freedom’s flame.