Verse 1
A blindfolded archer
Aiming carelessly
He might hit the mark
it won’t make him see
Verse 2
If you shoot a target
that you didn’t choose -
then what is it worth?
would you win or lose?
Verse 3
When you hit the bull’s eye
just by letting go
then your eyes will see
and your mind will know
Chorus
I am the sculptor
I am the clay
Master of destiny
I shape it my way
