echoing sounds of the innocent

set the reminder of the dawn being...
cracking the solitude of mankind..

when the time told you to, you've got no worry of being ashamed..
the tears fallen down as the child knocks the door..
gently but touchy voice of a memory left..

no message passed by..
but the thought remains last..

though crying a river raised high..
the sins lies in the air blast..

in every breath you take..
in every move you made..
there, still lies the echoing sound of the innocents..