When mounds of poison are eaten every day, innocence is lost.
When blood is spilt for nothing, innocence is lost.
When, in place of love, hatred grows into a strong poisonous tree, innocence is lost.
Watching murderers roaming freely while innocent are dying in dungeons, at this time, innocence is lost.
Double faces preaching morality while having stone hearts, innocence is again lost.
Showing seeds of love while harvesting fruits of poison, slaughters innocence.
When the sun rises reluctantly and the moon is forced to shine, innocence screams.
Innocence is lost when the calm rivers spit hidden blood, without any trace of culprits.
When noises are endless while eloquent talks are missing, innocence is permanently lost.
When a lover loves his beloved but is murdered for the same, innocence is lost.
I have forgotten when I was innocent.
In the shadows of brutality, our innocence is hidden among the gloomy stars.