Careen

Careen, careen, careen, careen, careen, careen
Cleave to the mighty sculptress
And She’ll be what She will be
If I bend my bow up toward the sky
Can I loose an arrow that will snuff out the sun’s light?
Can I roam into that darkness
That I wrought with my own foolish hands?
Is that where I will finally find you?
Stealing through the broken promise land?