Innocence in an asylum is not always brave,
they pursue freedom in the innocent’s name.
Never fearful, never in shame. In the mind
winds blow, sails stretch far and wide, bugles
blow and people around the innocent dies.
Victory runs deep in minds, success and hearts
filled with thoughts of freedom so bold, knowing
their story will never be told. Ambition never grows
fruitful on the seedless vine, their harvest is worthless,
truth no one can find. Seas and river’s flow, caution
tossed away and fallow is the innocent’s mind a lost
land, fought for by no man. Maybe truth is something
that only the poet knows.