End of Innocence (Instrumental)

Tell me do you remember
the games and the laughter,
far from the choices
we'd have to make?
A kiss on the lips
turned the toad to a prince.
And the end was
a lifetime away.
I pour myself onto this page,
I am writing a swansong for ages.
I will leave it behind and just
maybe you will remember me.
It's the end of an innocent era,
the beauty we know will be lost.
We are building a bridge
between Heaven and Hell
to return again.
And why must a hero die young,
not to be gone and forgotten?
So I pray for the broken,
this is not the end of innocence.
Now it's me and my knife
and my will is my temple.
Numb from the choices
I have to make.
Slowly we all took
a bite of the apple,
and laughter's
a lifetime away.
Remember me!
I pour myself onto this page,
I am writing a swansong for ages.
I will leave it behind and just
maybe you will remember me.
It's the end of an innocent era,
the beauty we know will be lost.
We are building a bridge
between Heaven and Hell
to return again.
And why must a hero die young,
not to be gone and forgotten?
So I pray for the broken,
this is not the end of innocence.
Where do we go from here?
It's the end of an innocent era,
the beauty we know will be lost.
We are building a bridge
between Heaven and Hell
to return again.
And why must a hero die young,
not to be gone and forgotten?
So I pray for the broken,
this is not the end of innocence.