BrOkEn ArRoW

To the broken heart who broke my arrow

Thou shall never part from the clouds that linger in my sky

One sweet whisper and I ask one mild wind blow

But thine heart made rain fell and water thy blooming buds

Thine arrow long to see a new dawn by the sunset

And the moon hugging the sunshine

But a broken arrow can never shoot a heart again

Falling for a broken heart, is what an arrow should regret

But regretting is what an arrow doesn’t do

Even if breaking makes it blue

The sky is all that gives refuge