It’s hard pulling back a bow, to shoot an arrow, don’t let go
There’s pressure mounting on your arm, you quake and shake, protect from harm
Your muscles tense to hold the course, resistance must be met with force
The more you pull the more you endure, But hold that string! Stretch it more!
It takes great strength to make a change, to shoot that arrow ‘cross the range
To hold that string, to make it bend, to see your dreams through to their end
But someday we will shoot it free. Our lives, our arrow, you and me.
And when that time to shoot has come, we’ll shoot that arrow into the sun.