I'm not innocent; I have been broken. Tears, what washed my emptiness away So long as my story remains unspoken, There is a chance for me to breakaway. I'm not innocent; I have been pleasing others Just to fit into the realms of societal norms Like any other man, looking at others through covers ‘Cause others are angry, bitter and cold. I'm not innocent; I'm a vulnerable human That faces dominance and fear everyday Compassion and empathy are my fuel They say that Jesus wept for me. So, I pray. I'm not innocent; I have seen trouble My heart has been torn and pierced For glory comes after a struggle For there to be daylight, the night must come first.