"What is to be innocent?"

Asks the princess with a tear,

Afraid of everything,

Afraid of just pure fear.

Around her,

Is a sparse enclosure

Keeping her inside,

Making her hide

From the life she must live,

From all she must give,

For the innocence is gone

And now she is a pawn

In this game of hate,

Of this cruel, harsh fate,

With blood on her hands,

She screams out,

She demands,

And asks "Where did it go?"

Now the blood starts to flow

In her veins,

Stirring pains

And memories of when

She was carefree,

When she could be

Just a little girl,

In the big world,

But childhood went by too fast,

She now wishes it had last,

For everything has cast

Her into a world of deceit

Of lies,

And the princess cries

And she shies

Away, trying to get back

To where there are no attacks,

To a place where she can be

What she is now not,

It's innocence that Zelda's sought,

But now she sits inside to rot,

Wondering where it all went,

When it all left.

When daddy died?

When Impa first cried?

When Ganon lied?

When did it happen,

It's something she can't fathom

Anymore than she can understand,

It's where she stands, though,

It's where she cannot go,

There is no way

To redeem what is lost,

And at any cost,

She cannot have it back,

It is what she now lacks,

Innocence...

Cannot find darkness

In the light.

At certain point,

The innocence

Will start to fade..

Innocence...

"What is it to be innocent?"

With eyes tormented,

Link's lamented

Of the scars,

And near and far

He's fought the beasts,

And at least

He's tried to regain

What he's lost,

Though there is a thin line

He has crossed,

For he is no longer so innocent,

He has seen the blood,

He has seen it flood,

He has won the fight,

He has gained new might,

But there once was time

When all around him

He could find

Innocence inside his mind,

Where has it gone now?

It's left, yes, but how?

Through all the blood

That has left his scrapes,

From every time he's cursed the fates,

Innocence is lost

Through those,

Innocence cannot be bold,

Cannot stand up and

Win the fight,

It is foolish to anoint

The wounds,

To heal them,

For it is the soul

That must be helped,

And must be felt,

Expressed,

For he has seen too much,

It's just a hunch,

But heroism

Took away the innocence

That once danced in his eyes,

That forbid him to cry,

He's watched that innocence die,

Because it is no longer here,

It is not longer near,

No way to go back,

It's been lost in attack.

Visions of what used to come

Strike him dead,

They make him numb,

And he wants the one thing

He can't have,

The only thing that will

Make him glad,

That'll make things

Just a bit less sad,

That'll make his heart

A bit less bad,

For now he is mad,

Almost insane

>From the pain,

>From the strain,

>From the sheer

Lack of

Innocence...

"What is it to be innocent?"

The green-haired girl

Shakes her head,

Not understanding

That the Deku Tree is dead.

It is from her shelter

That she hides,

It is what she cannot abide,

What she does not know,

What she refuses to believe.

At night, it does not leave,

The sense of knowing that

The world isn't so good,

That things aren't as they should,

Still she believes what the tree

Had told her,

That everyone is good at heart,

And innocence is a start

That will keep the mind healthy,

That will keep the heart wealthy,

It'll make the body stealthy,

But she knows that around her

There are not-so-good things,

There are strings

Attached to what people

Think is the right thing to do,

Yet through and through

They end up crying,

End up lying.

"Why is there pain?"

She asks in vain,

For the answer is there,

In the faces of all,

In the big and the small,

There is pain,

With only hurt to gain,

It is everywhere,

and makes the Sage

Hug her knees

And rock back and forth

Trying to please

Just herself

And also everyone else,

Trying to find out if

Things will ever be different,

If people will always be so flippant

With the decisions

and what they think is the precision

To understand people,

But really,

All that needs to be

Given to all,

The big and small,

Is what is not there.

Saria tries to care,

But it just feels not fair

That the world must suffer so,

And why the homeless

Have no where to go,

But perhaps,

Just perhaps,

All they need

Is

Innocence...

"What is to be innocent?"

But Ganondorf,

He already knows,

And it already shows

That he himself

Is not what is it to be innocent.

Inside his prison,

He asks it out loud,

He is proud,

He is ashamed,

But it is himself

Who is to blame

For all the tears

Throughout the years,

And every death

And every theft

Was blamed on him,

Everything grim

Was because of him,

He doesn't deny it

And if he even tried it

He would be dead,

For he is already stuck in the lead,

Drowning in hell,

Yes, it's easy to tell

That he lacked innocence,

But now?

Now he wants it back,

For it is what he lacks,

What would make things

Good again,

But yet again,

He is evil,

His wishes are feeble,

For he will not escape

This life so great,

Always he will be in chains,

Always he will feel the pains

Because he did not have a heart,

Because he got a too-fast start,

Now those mistakes

Hunt him down,

Bring him to the ground,

Staring, he is face to face

With reality's harsh grace,

And soon he will be gone,

Without a trace

For he was lacking.

He was lacking

Innocence...

"What is to be innocent?"

Nabooru asks.

Does stealing amount

To being good at all?

Taking from the weak,

The small,

Is not right,

But she must fight

To bring forth a race,

Tall and with grace,

They will survive,

They will stay alive,

Yet they have not

A good heart,

A weakness,

It is a weakness

She will not believe.

"Innocence...

That is not important."

It's something

She can't understand,

Because her people demand

Food and shelter,

But things are so helter-skelter

That sometimes,

When things aren't looking good,

Perhaps if she would be able

To see on the other side,

But no,

It's what she can't abide,

And innocence is just

Not there,

It never will be,

Yet, she doesn't care.

For it is something

She knows not,

But why is that

She wants it sought?

Because what you

Can never have,

Is what you always want,

and it will always tease you,

Always will it taunt,

Try to pierce the skin,

And try to win.

She sits on the sand,

Trying to stand,

Trying not to sink,

Trying to think

Of a way

That tomorrow will be

A better day,

But no ideas are coming,

And she's strumming

Her fingers against the ground,

She feels that she has broken-down,

Standing up is almost impossible,

It's improbable that tomorrow

Will make any difference,

Because it's that same ignorance

That sets her race apart,

But they do have a heart,

It's just that they don't have

That sort of

Innocence...

"What is it to be innocent?"

It is Sheik,

Or perhaps the princess,

But she must confess,

He doesn't know,

And she cries

Whilst he sighs,

Together, they die,

Remembering all

That is not here,

And everything

They do know fear.

One becoming the other,

It's starting to smother

Each other

In a body not their own,

To be alone

Will never be

The same again

While good times end

And others begin,

They try to fit in,

But half the princess,

Half the Sheikan slayer,

Doesn't make the right impression,

Trying to find

What is not there,

They both know,

They both know

What they are missing,

And it is simply

Innocence...

"What is to be innocent?"

The nanny remember,

Impa remembers

The fire's bright embers

That destroyed it all,

The big, the small,

She remember it all,

The death of a race,

She remembers the look on

Everyone's face

As they slowly burned

And she herself turned

Her back on the others,

And even her mother,

She left in hopes

Of a better life,

To end the strife

Of being put down

And being let down,

Yet did she find it?

Did she find it?

She tries to hide it,

Tries to hide the truth,

Yet sometimes it gets on the loose

And gives her a fright,

"In the darkness shines the purest light."

She remembers what her mother said,

But now mother-dear is dead,

So what good will it do?

She has no where to run to,

For the princess needs helping,

She's already yelping,

But no longer in need

Of bedtimes stories to heed,

The princess is no longer little,

No longer so innocent,

Impa is bent

On trying to think that she is,

So she herself will have not

To remember the bad things,

Before the end came,

Before the end

Of her

Innocence...

"What is to be innocent?"

And she broke down crying,

And started lying,

Telling herself

That it wasn't like that,

Telling herself that she wasn't fat,

That people weren't bad,

That she wasn't sad,

Because no one could see

That she just wasn't free,

Longing not to know so much,

Longing just to have the touch

Of a new-child's serenity,

For all around her,

There is no innocence,

In her town, even,

In that safe town,

Innocence has left.

She remembers,

Years back,

When there was an attack,

When there was a real death,

A murder, it was real,

And she couldn't feel

Because she was so young,

But it gave her a new sense,

That is wasn't too safe anymore,

That it was always right to lock the door,

Because all around her,

There is evil

And feeble wishes

For the world to change

Will just make the crazy deranged,

No matter what new laws enforce,

It will always be there, of course.

And in sleep?

Will in the future,

It even be safe?

For already,

There is insanity breeding

Black death,

And each night,

There's a theft,

Innocence has left...

In her life,

Although she is young,

And she likes to have fun,

It is gone...

Innocence...

We have seen...

We have seen so much,

We have seen so many things,

And often we've wished to have wings

To fly away from life itself,

So we could live in better health,

But really,

All we want is that time,

Filled with nursery-rhymes,

When everything seemed heaven-sent,

All we want...

It's innocence...