1. O archer, your arrow knows where to aim
It knows my agony though I feign calm

2. You shot into a field soaked in blood
Marked with scars of love and regret

3. Be not fooled by its silent facade
The hush of graves, the void of death and doom

4. How many lips though shut hide wounds
That no apology can mend or heal

5. Why take revenge on a heart torn asunder
No spot remains for blame or vengeance

6. Why rage at one scorched with burning embers
Your sparks hit a core already inflamed