• Sitting there daydreaming her life

    Never knowing that she will be cut by a knife

    Thinking about today and not tomorrow

    Never knowing the sacrifce she is about to make

    Learning ever to take away the precious lesson

    Never Make her, Take her, Break her like a piece of glass

    Treat her, Help her some more

    A Mistaken Target is her

    Not a choice but the truth

    You took your harm and threw it at her

    She was the ball you were the batter

    she fell to the ground like broken glass

    Tryed to run fast he could not save her

    For she was a target of a mistake

    Now no one can take her place

    ~Mistaken Target~