Let it sink in
Like quick sand
On my hand
It’s a dream
Of a child of destiny
She’s searching
For the answer
Just a little child
Not much to mistake
With her sharp eyed
Pains and open disdain
For what’s evil and vain
If she shoots too soon
She’ll miss the target
She knows
Make the arrow
Sink to the center
Of the target’s heart
Take the dream
With both hands
Hold it fast
So it won’t collapse
Aim again
Only once
Square those shoulders
Make yourself bolder
Now shoot
And hear the target cry
Dreams achieved
In the blink of an eye
The child lives
The target dies
– Kelsey Jo
