Petals In The Grass
Victims
There may be no guns
There may be no knives
But we all are victims
At some point in our lives
A victim of circumstance
A victim of fate
A victim of love
A victim of hate
A victim of destiny
A victim of chance
A victim of lust
A victim of romance
A victim of conditions
A victim of deeds
A victim of wants
A victim of needs
A victim of reality
A victim of confusion
A victim of validity
A victim of illusion
We may not know when it will happen
All of us know when it arrives
But we all are victims
At some point in our lives
There may be no knives
But we all are victims
At some point in our lives
A victim of circumstance
A victim of fate
A victim of love
A victim of hate
A victim of destiny
A victim of chance
A victim of lust
A victim of romance
A victim of conditions
A victim of deeds
A victim of wants
A victim of needs
A victim of reality
A victim of confusion
A victim of validity
A victim of illusion
We may not know when it will happen
All of us know when it arrives
But we all are victims
At some point in our lives
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Victims
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