bow and arrow
who are choose us to being hero?
sky and freedom, no one care
our times is hopeless era
feel a sorrows? but too late
pain and tears as kind of fate
skyes are call us, sky are wait
doors to nothing, it's your gate
we are target, we are flight
being alive are mean to fight
not for win, but kind of art
endless flying to a light
endless sky are free to us
under seas, shines as glass
no more questions to discuss
bow and arrow. one of us.
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