the Will of the Arrow
Now rises the feeble heart of our discontent
Chained by sorrow and exasperation
We shall know no boundaries beyond
Our own dispositions, Nay
Shall we give flight to the eagle that is our
Hopes and Dreams
Unless we give knowledge to the beast that
Ensnares our very souls
When, and only when,
We acquiesce to our shadows,
And see the darkness within our hearts,
Forgiving the darkness within the others,
Shall we give flight to the eagle that is our
Hopes and Dreams
We shall not lay blame on
The archers that let fly our wayward arrows
Nor shall we lay blame on
The wind that casts us astray
It is Us,
The Will of the Arrow,
That has the power to change our course
To the desired mark,
And let us
Reform ourselves
From someone
To Somebody
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