Broken arrows

Seems I’m in lyrics mood (or mode) at the moment. So here’s another one.  

Fighting the day
With broken arrows from inside
Your mindless liberation
They are your medication
Take them away
For shooting them right out of sight

Broken arrows
All I find
It’s broken arrows
On my mind

This smallness hurts
Won’t get ahead of the curve
No love, no sympathy
The world’s your enemy
And empty words
become the weapons you deserve

Broken arrows
All I find
It’s broken arrows
On my mind

Lost and confused
An empty town that has no streets
No sign or direction
You look for protection
Misheard and abused
Harvesting fruits from mouldy seeds

Broken arrows
All I find
It’s broken arrows
On my mind

C. Holister (c) 2017

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