By Leon Nelson
She was a young mother
a child in her arms
She'd lost her man but
hadn't lost her charm
She didn't know it she
thought she was the same
Times were hard before
the baby came
And from the cradle there
is hope
And from the darkness
there is a glow
Sweet innocence called
her
Sweet innocence called
her home
Sweet innocence called
her
Sweet innocence called
her back
Life was a flood of fear
and regrets
With just a glow from
a midnight cigarette
Nothing until her babe
had ever seemed quite right
A prisoner of her heart
and a victim in the night
And from the cradle there
is hope
And from the darkness
there is a glow
Sweet innocence called
her
Sweet innocence called
her home
Sweet innocence called
her
Sweet innocence called
her back