Give me back my innocence,
help me to forget the deeds, memories and broken wings
and all the years I’ve wasted running from the real things,
give me back my childhood years with all the mysteries it had,
and the dreamless sleep at night in the summer of my life
put it back to where it were long before the night had fallen,
long before the God was gone,
give me back the youth I’ve much despised
with all the boring afternoons, far from civilization…

Give me back to my old self without the teachings of the men,
without the dead, the sins, betrayal and the crushing pain,
take me back to days when fantasies were in the books you’ve read
and rebellion was thought to be running to the hills with others,
long into the past that’s gone before the dog was caught and slayed –
give me mercy for the present and a chance to build a future
without fire, without murder and the horrors I have witnessed,
give me back the cold cathedral and the kneeling to repent…

Give me back my heart untouched with all the love and caring,
give me back to when I still had a chance of happiness
and the infinite stargazing and the nights that never end
and the twisted years of magic with the thrills of the unknown,
higher power of the essence guide once more my shaking steps
to the day before today other than my yesterday…