A Mice

The boy was a fool

Broke a heart

But figured he was still cool

Meant to start a better life

Seeking out a gal with a heart

The boy was now on his march

Figuring it was gonna be a paradise

Little die he know he was just scurryin' like mice

One was plated in black armor and piercing blue eyes

He was armed with an act

So he aimed high into the sky

Only to be struck back and bleed

Too stubborn to care

Too lucky to take a prayer

Soon though he did collapse

And now sits 

Away and far from the people

With his earned hate

And broken heart