He sits in his room, in a dark corner
thinking, what will happen, if one day
he'll quit, just like that
won't send his arrows.
People destroy it anyway
rap themselves with selfishness so hard
until they can't feel anything.
He tries to give his best
they take the worse
and it keep repeating itself since ever.
Every time, lose it's magic more and more,
he can feel the despair taking him slowly.
trying to fight back he goes to his room
sits in a dark corner,
his head between his knees
wondering...