Being naive

Being naive is a gift and curse

Not truly knowing, is something I need

To get away from the truth

I can't watch them bleed

She had such a nice smile

And soft spoken ways

I never imagined

How she spent her days

She hit him and cursed him

When anxiety struck

He loved her so much

But he knew he was stuck

I watched from a ways

Thinking all will be fine

There I was, naive

Then I crossed the line

That young, pretty girl

With the bouncy red hair

She struck me with him

That's when I learned, life wasn't fair

What heart once was kind

What heart one was true

It has now turned to dust

But even through all, we both love you

I can't be naive

I have to understand

That reality hurts

It never goes as planned

So maybe we can collect

The scattered dust in the wind

Because even we believe

There's a good place for the sinned