Of heavens and glories past stories were told <br />Of heroes and knights fairy tales and dreams were made <br />With delight and pure passions strings of gold and silver were weaved <br />Into thoughts of beauty much too great <br />In enchanted palaces over pearl filled seas <br />We prayed to live out the glory of our dreams <br />Though we were once kids to whom the stories were told <br />We are now old and towards the same stories we grew cold <br />Blind to the fairies in the tales our eyes used to see <br />And to the beauty of grace we used to seize <br />We helplessly lay caught in the web of life as it takes place <br />Grieving we wonder when did our sweet innocence fade away? <br />But then with hope at night when lights are turned down low <br />We reminisce how we once were innocent a lifetime ago<br /><br />Nina Ali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-innocence-2/
