Tools Of Separation

<br>Where once was childlike simplicity<br>Now only remnants of blind ideals<br>This quality of innocence<br>Once tarnished, is forever lost<br>It`s lost...<br>It`s lost...<br>Never to return<br>It`s lost...<br>It`s lost...<br><br>We turn our heads<br>And show our backs<br>Burn bridges of communication<br>Throw away and cast aside<br>Shed these tools of separation<br><br>The complexities of maturity<br>Entangled in prejudice<br>I`m longing for this purity<br>Through envy and emptiness<br>It`s lost...<br>It`s lost...<br>And nothing remains of this childhood bliss<br>It`s lost...<br>It`s lost...<br><br>We turn our heads<br>And show our backs<br>Burn bridges of communication<br>Throw away and cast aside<br>Shed these tools of separation<br><br>Where once was childlike simplicity<br>Now only remnants of blind ideals<br>This egocentric, foolish pride<br>Never knowing happiness<br>It`s lost...<br>It`s lost...<br>Never to return<br>It`s lost...<br>It`s lost...<br><br>We turn our heads<br>And show our backs<br>Burn bridges of communication<br>Throw away and cast aside<br>Shed these tools of separation