Innocent.

Tears if fire,
Burn innocent eyes,
In her world of ice,
She cannot hide,
On broken glass,
She leaves her footprints of red,
A broken, shattered life,
She wants to be dead...

Alone,
She shivers and cries,
Longing for solace,
To keep her alive,
A gentle kiss,
Is all that she needs,
She closes her eyes,
To taste her sweet dreams...

She's broken,
But her beauty's inside,
Look past the scars,
And into her eyes,
A pure light,
Can still be seen,
Brightly it shines,
For she still believes...

Maybe,
She'll one day be free,
Someone will save her,
From her dark misery,
Her faith,
Wraps her up -- keeps her safe,
She knows someone will love her,
It's not yet too late...

The mirror,
It taunts her to death,
But she just stares back,
And keeps fighting for breath,
She will not be defeated,
By the hatred in her wounds,
She refuses,
To let her world be her tomb...

Crimson,
It may cover her wrists,
But she's moving on still,
Hope -- her catalyst,
With her crystal soul,
Covered in cracks,
From so many beatings,
Still it remains intact...

Do you see her now?
Can you kiss away her tears?
Will you hold her?
And turn her away from the mirror?
Can you love her?
As you do your own life?
Will you save her now?
Can you see past the knife?...