written by: Ingela(saja)
Arrows coming from everywhere.
I'm caught in a corner, full of despair.
They sting me and cut me, make me fall down.
Now I am on my knees, looking around.
There must be a place where I'm not killed by arrows.
But here I am cornered, I know my options narrows.
They keep on coming, no use to say "please".
My One consolation: I am still on my knees.