Arrows

Arrows in the hands of a warrior — everything you were handed to aim and let go of into the world. About feeble hands on a crooked boat, hoping you aren’t getting it all wrong, asking to be walked home in spite of the misses. You were never perfect. You send them straight anyway.

Lyrics

Feeble hands on a crooked boat
This is not how I thought it would go
This time I’m losing, I’m losing time
I hope they’re not ashamed of what they see
Hope they’re not ashamed, hope they’re not ashamed of me

Feels like it can’t help
Where I break
Where I almost fell
Trying hard
Just to hold this line
If I snap
Will they still be mine?

Send them straight
Like they’re meant to be
All these arrows
That they gave to me
Hope they’re not ashamed of what they see
Hope they’re not ashamed, hope they’re not ashamed of me

If I miss the mark tonight
If I drop it all in fright
Will you walk me home in spite?

Send them straight
Like they’re meant to be
All these arrows
Still inside of me
Hope they’re not ashamed
When I let them see
I was never perfect
Hope they’re not ashamed of me

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