The Innocent Ones

There guns are loaded,
The children scream
They don't give a damn
There fighting for themselves to be free
With all that hatred, and every disgrace
They blame it on those children
Who are no one to blame
There selfish and bitter
There filthy, un-clean
No love in there hearts, just loathe and hate
But did they ever recognize
The innocent ones
Who have always been faithful
To the things they believe
I'm done with the dirt
I'm done with the filth
This place is so hurtful
And so full of there pain