Spanish Quartet

How the god is mixed in
The evil it does blend
In this drink that we all taste
And when the bottle is gone
I hope I can look upon
All that I’ve done with a smile
And bright and overflowing eyes
Reflecting upon all they’ve seen
With the same glow as the
Child born March 8th 1977
Please make my arrow shoot straight
I’m tired of all the shots that missed
It’s one thing that I won’t miss
Betrayal in a kiss
When I finally hit my target
There were four hands that held the bow
And I realized I am not alone
I am not the only archer
Not alone with crooked arrows
Not alone with these crooked arrows