Innocent Torn from the womb A frozen shelter of a match made led to ruin Innocent Born into the dirt Of mindless hatred nailed to walls of hurt "Not my fault" He cries himself to sleep By the hand of those who consider him so weak (so weak) But sometimes he smiles Sometimes he smiles Innocent The nature of the child Just needs a gentle touch not beaten empty lies Insolent The words of hollow fire I'd take their gift away Leave death to their desire Yet sometimes he smiles Oh sometimes he smiles Innocent Pride's forgotten joy In love of life in their little baby boy Ignorant Brutal in mistrust I'll see your apathy crumble to the dust And sometimes he smiles I know I've seen him smile But the pain won't subside Yet still that baby smiles He was torn into a bitter life They would say born in sin In a grave of his solemn plight they piled regret on him No matter when or where or how success eluded him Take a fist of your stolen charm for mine Now I'll begin And sometimes he cries I know I've seen him smile They told him not to cry (or else!) So now the boy will smile