Innocence is a flower's pride
that which have not harmed a soul
not even a sliver of angst
even breath to what will come foul

As pale as the stars that clothe the night
A hunter will find it unpleasant
Oh! won't the angels clear thy sky
To walk the path unscathed is all I want

Grant her peace and silence so she may hear
the sounds of the earth as she speaks
Unaware that she's strong, will of a goddess
Beauty that she doesn't know makes men weak

May she find serenity in all her troubles
I try to heed however, found in vain
I see wisdom in her eyes from seeing the world
Keeps her soul and yeilds her from pain.

Let it be known, she lights the hunter's nights
And hopes come the sun rises, she'll be in sight.

You have my prayers dear friend...

Au revoir!