Stuck down on love's battle field I've lost hope a knight holding a plastic sword feeling like a joke Along the plain over the mountain there is snow the wooden horse I owned wouldn't go

I've seen my dreams vanish a patch of light consumed by the storm like a blind weatherman I couldn't see to forwarn

A loner that found someone sweet o so dear I never asked her for help to start tearing down the fear
Can mere man stand in this bright, lovely light and do what's always right always right?
We do have many troubles all our many troubles are so small but when added up they lead completly to our fall

Those arrows are words they're not fiction but fact Those words striking so hard they pierced my heart through the back So close we touched and then I was deeply torn The beautiful young rose still has thorns We're like two beautiful butterflies that have been caught in our very own rain
Will we live Elohim will we live and fly again?