How the god is mixed in
The evil it does blend
In this drink that we all taste.
And when the bottle is gone
I hope I can look upon
All that I ve done with a smile
And bright and overflowing eyes,
Reflecting upon all they ve seen
With the same glow as the
Child born March 8th 1977.
Please make my arrow shoot straight
I m tired of all the shots that missed
It s one thing that I won t miss
Betrayal in a kiss.
When I finally hit my target
There were four hands that held the bow
And I realized I am not alone
I am not the only archer
Not alone with crooked arrows
Not alone with these crooked arrows.