I am 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 am 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 am not innocent; I am a vulnerable human That face a dominance and fear everyday Compassion and empathy are my fuel They say that Jesus wept for me. So, I pray. I am 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.