Ironic Innocence

And suddenly I'm lost in your eyes,
Falling deep into those heavenly blue skies,
Holding so much hope in one small space,
Dashed by the world, you're falling from grace,
Innocent, bewildered the mind of a child,
But your worries creep in, stacked up in piles.
How long can you stay blissfully in the dark?
I wonder staring in the eyes, waiting for a remark.
Such a blissfully beautiful soul,
Clinging on, determined to not let go.
A rare find indeed is your ironic innocence,
It is your biggest strength and you're deadliest weakness.
Looking out to the world, you see nothing but good,
But surely nobody would harm you, surely nobody could?
Surely your ironic innocence is protected by magic,
I want to hide you away from the world, let nobody hurt you.
But a rare find is your ironic innocence,
It is your biggest strength and you're deadliest weakness.
You can't see the grey among the black and white,
You can't see the wrong, you see only the right.