Arrows turned inward are good for the soul.I have a thing about
arrows and diamonds and coal.Pressure turning carbon to
jewels.Slowly they aim at my iron mark, flaming,healing
arrows.They beat at my heart, angels turning metal to tools.I
don't care what you think has got you downYou can turn it
around, I don't care what you think.Turn it around, turn it
around, turn it around.The times that I knew I could never get
throughThat's when I grew up the most, and alone sounds so
sadBut alone I found the best friend I hadI don't care what
you think has got you downYou can turn it around, I don't
care what you think.Turn it around, turn it around, turn it
around.Arrows turned inward are good for the soul,Piercing
through every callus, they always get throughMy target is a
heart no-one fools.