Like an Arrow

Is time the arrow, or the wind that is pierced in its flight And is life a mountain, or the rain that is carving its side Is today a confession, or the wages of sin Is memory a portrait, or a canvas to paint over again If I wanna fly through the wind like an arrow I'll have to climb 'til the path is narrow I wanna fly through the wind like an arrow I wanna fly through the wind like an arrow How do you swim in starlight, if the stars are shy of your gaze They only gleam in the corner of your eye if you'll just look away "What in the world were you made for?", is a question that silently tells Much more than it was asking, much more than you knew that you felt If I wanna fly through the wind like an arrow I'll have to climb 'til the path is narrow I wanna fly through the wind like an arrow I wanna fly through the wind like an arrow If I wanna fly through the wind like an arrow I'll have to climb 'til the path is narrow I wanna fly through the wind like an arrow I wanna fly through the wind like an arrow