I was born an innocent As innocent as the day I was born, I grew Until I saw my Mother cry In front of the Lord.
And I looked up at his stern face No smile or smirk, I found I wondered, why did my Mom cry And why she knelt, head bowed.
I was born an innocent As innocent, as the day I was born, I grew And when I looked up at the Lord I was concerned, cause he was scorned.
I felt his pain up on the cross I wondered why he died. And when I saw the people come They knelt, with their heads bowed.
Today, I am not innocent I am scarred, from life and death I stand before the Lord But my head, is not bent.
I still look deep into his eyes To try to understand why he's so stern So sad, he died, up on the cross For men..... who do not learn.
I was born an innocent I die each day a little I bear my scars, from life and death I cry, for all who suffer I lost my smile and innocence Watching young men die But now I know why my Lord lives He lives..... so I, my family, friends and hope survives.