When an arrow takes flight, is released from the bow
And you watch and you wonder just where it might go
As it disappears out of the range of your view
All you can do is move on nothing much left to do
But as night follows day and day follows night
We all live to a plan like that arrow in flight
We bend to the will of the Archer and then
We fly through the air knowing not where we end
The path that we take is a mystery until
We've completed the plan of the Great Archer's will
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