The arrow flies straight
into the heart of suns.
It soars past the horizon,
past the countless battles I've won.

The clang of metal
on the battlefield as I cry.
A shout escapes my throat
as I give it my hardest try.

The arrow flies onward,
soaring past destinies long gone.
It speeds past the answers
that are only beginning to dawn.

The arrow is my destiny,
forever soaring in the sky.
For I will only witness history
and I will never utter a lie.