The RIGHTway 2 the wrong place

Just like a magician
I try to appear whats already been erased
But neither one of us see face to face
Eye to eye; we are blind
Right feeling; wrong time

I keep making wishes
She holds the bow and shoots her arrow
But she misses.
The target is there
All seems to be fair
The same God; different prayer

Just like a grave
That sour death is covered by a hopeful rose
Surrounded by demise, but yet it still grows
What an ironic trend
We plant to mend
Right direction; dead end

Like my life story..
The more things change, the more they stay the same
No picture to fit the frame
I spread my wings, but can't begin to soar
Right exit; wrong door