Why did you give me this?
What use is a broken arrow?
They all tell me it’s fine, but can’t you see
It’s sort of cracked in the middle,
Who are you to tell me it’s fine?
You clearly are blind,
Ignorant to the screaming arrow
Who only hopes for the flight
to clear mountains, ******* clouds
To pierce the shield
straight into the heart of the enemy
and damage the insides
Oh, how he will cry in agony
How he will finally understand the meaning of
Why is mine broken? Look at all the others
Flawless and ornate in every detail,
What enviable carvings!
Some are made of pure gold
but never burdened by its weight;
Contrary to what I was taught
Gold is stronger than steel
I have rust on my hands,
Tighter and tighter
Maybe I should be more gentle
because everything seems to be on the verge of
As I feel myself becoming weak,
It is time,
Time to shoot the arrow
Time to become the archer I have always wanted to be
I can still win this
I close my eyes