Innocence thrives in the first few years
Before oil and gas start grinding the gears
Before there were watches or antennas on rooftops
The fires still burned, and the children looked up
There may still be places worth a visit
I wish I could go there, but I'll probably miss it
There's too much laughter after these mass killings
The children are rapidly losing their feelings
I'm sorry Solomon, we can't save your son
He's just too far gone
You're worried and I understand
But there's nothing we can do to help this man