Tools of Separation - Anacrusis

Where once was childlike simplicity

Now only remnants of blind ideals

This quality of innocence

Once tarnished, is forever lost

It’s lost…

It’s lost…

Never to return

It’s lost…

It’s lost…

We turn our heads

And show our backs

Burn bridges of communication

Throw away and cast aside

Shed these tools of separation

The complexities of maturity

Entangled in prejudice

I’m longing for this purity

Through envy and emptiness

It’s lost…

It’s lost…

And nothing remains of this childhood bliss

It’s lost…

It’s lost…

We turn our heads

And show our backs

Burn bridges of communication

Throw away and cast aside

Shed these tools of separation

Where once was childlike simplicity

Now only remnants of blind ideals

This egocentric, foolish pride

Never knowing happiness

It’s lost…

It’s lost…

Never to return

It’s lost…

It’s lost…

We turn our heads

And show our backs

Burn bridges of communication

Throw away and cast aside

Shed these tools of separation