Arrow & bow

I've got an arrow made of hopes,
a target and zero chance to fail.
The memory of ninety-nine who are gone
wishing for the last one to remain.

And today my face seems old.
And today my voice sounds weak,
my hands, my feet, my chest are cold...
but my heart... I think it could still feel.

Give me a reason to believe!
Please, the words to be relieved!
♣
Your name, it goes together with mine.
Your days, I've seen them from the start,
but I guess you forgot how to be a child,
your newest game is how to declare war.

And I've got a bow made of love,
yet I'm target of someone who looks for 'peace'...
it's like a promise made all of empty words,
it's like the saddest and most forgettable dream.

Would you help me survive?
Would you keep on my light?
...
There's still time
there's time...
Time.

Fran Zama
What would she say to us?