Looked out of my window
and into the street
got no money in my pocket
no food to eat
cry out for a hand but
no one will hear
this be my burden lord then I shall bear
hurts me I hate it this is my life
hurts me I hate it I'll pay the price
pockets of hope a suitcase of dreams
my only redemption from life it seems
strumming so hard hope wears thin
my dreams are worn by the cold night wind
bow abide in strength relieve me
arches sorely grieve me
bow abide in strength relieve me
archers everywhere
two lights are gleaming
in the cold Rasta hesitates
which way to go
one is a cottage lantern
the other a ray
my destiny seems a million miles away
bow abide in strength relieve me
archers sorely grieve me
bow abide in strength relieve me
archers everywhere