She first stood there
Staring into the sky
Watching the sunset
And birds which (unlike her) could fly

She let her worries lose she didn't even care
She picked up her favorite possession
And gave it a long stare

It was like she has been blinded
But she never cared or minded

She picked it up and stared at her arrow
She was confused and in great sorrow

There was nothing to hunt above her
But still she shot it into the sky

She watched it rise higher
Stood there and stared into the fire

And watched the last burning flame
She was happy only then
‘Cause she was the target, she was the aim