Verse 1: In the shadows of the mountains, where the winds howl cold, There’s a figure standing silent, with a bow of silver gold. His eyes are like the hawk’s, sharp and steady in the night, A master of the bowstring, a sharpshooter in flight. Through endless wars and battle cries, his arrows never miss, He’s hunted the stars, he’s pierced the sky, with aim that none can dismiss. The world may change, the seasons shift, but in his heart remains, The spirit of the archer, who cannot be contained. Pre-Chorus: With every shot, with every breath, He’s the keeper of the fate of death. His bowstring hums a haunting song, For the eternal archer, forever strong. Chorus: He is the eternal archer, with an arrow of light, A soul that never falters, through the darkest night. Through time and battle, through endless war, He stands unwavering, forevermore. Eternal archer, eyes on the prize, A heart of steel beneath the skies. Verse 2: Through the storms and fires, through lands unknown, He’s traveled far, and yet remains alone. The wind is his companion, the bow his only friend, A silent warrior, whose journey never ends. From the highest cliffs to the deepest sea, He’s tracked his prey, he’s set them free. With every pull, with every release, He’s writing history, in perfect peace. Pre-Chorus: With every shot, with every breath, He’s the keeper of the fate of death. His bowstring hums a haunting song, For the eternal archer, forever strong. Chorus: He is the eternal archer, with an arrow of light, A soul that never falters, through the darkest night. Through time and battle, through endless war, He stands unwavering, forevermore. Eternal archer, eyes on the prize, A heart of steel beneath the skies. Bridge: The world may crumble, the stars may fall, But his aim remains true through it all. For he’s the arrow in the dark, The hunter’s mark, the guiding spark. And when the world has come undone, He’ll raise his bow to the setting sun. For in his soul, there is no fear, An eternal archer, ever near. Chorus (Alternate): He is the eternal archer, with an arrow of light, A soul that never falters, through the darkest night. Through time and battle, through endless war, He stands unwavering, forevermore. Eternal archer, eyes on the prize, A heart of steel beneath the skies. Outro: Through the ages, through the fight, He’ll never miss—his aim is right. The eternal archer, forever true, The world will see what he can do.
mystical and ethereal
English
The lyrics evoke a sense of empowerment, determination, and the solitude of a warrior. They reflect themes of resilience against adversity and the importance of unwavering focus and purpose.
This song could be used in various contexts such as film scores for epic adventures, video games featuring mythical themes, or motivational playlists to inspire resilience and strength.
The song features rich imagery and metaphors that highlight the character of the eternal archer. The structure consists of verses and repeated choruses, creating a haunting melody that complements the mystical theme. The use of alliteration and rhythmic phrasing enhances the lyrical flow.
**(Verse 1)** หมูหยองกินข้าวผัดเปรี้ยวหวานใจ สบตากับบีส ยิ้มแย้มสุขใจ น้ำผักต้มที่เคยจืดขม กลับหวานละมุน เพราะรักของเธอ **(Pre-Chorus)** รสชาติที่เรียบง่าย ไม่ได้มีมนต์วิเศษใด แต่เต็มไปด้วยความห่วงใย จากใจจริง ทุกคำที่กินเหมือนเธอกอดฉันไว้แนบใจ ทำให้ทุกวันช่างสดใส เหมือนวันแรกเริ่ม **(Hook)** น้ำผักต้มไม่ได้หวานเพราะน้ำตาล แต่หวานนั้น คือ ความรักที่เธอให้มา แม้วันเวลาจะเปลี่ยนผ่านไป ใจของเรา ยังเหมือนเดิม **(Chorus-Verse 2)** ผักต้มธรรมดาที่ใคร อาจมองข้ามไป แต่ฉันเห็นความใส่ใจ ในทุกการปรุง เธอให้เพื่อสุขภาพฉันอยู่เสมอ น้ำต้มผักนี้มีค่าเกินคำใด **(Hook)** ผักต้มน้ำใส ใส ดวงใจนี้บริสุทธิ์ ไม่ได้หวานเพราะน้ำตาล แต่หวานนั้น คือ ความรักที่เธอให้มา แม้วันเวลาจะเปลี่ยนผ่านไป ใจของเรา ยังเหมือนเดิม **(Outro)** หมูหยองกับบีส จับมือเคียงกันไป ทุกวันคือความสุข ไม่มีวันไหนจืดจาง น้ำต้มผัก คือ คำสัญญา ว่ารักของเราจะคงอยู่ ตลอดไป
🎶 To the tune of "The Brady Bunch" 🎶 [Verse 1] Here’s the story of a team called S C U, They’re the heart of TMR’s comms and more! With Creative Services crafting stunning visuals, They’ve delivered graphics galore! (930!) [Verse 2] External Affairs is handling media daily, With statements, enquiries, and mentions, too. They’ve reached 128 million eyeballs this year, And 362 releases came through! [Verse 3] Internal Comms keeps us all connected, 41,000 DG message opens – they're all respected. From events to speeches, plans they refine, They help the messages reach the frontline! [Verse 4] Marketing and Comms build partnerships strong, With 38 GACC submissions in their sights. They’ve reviewed over 50 sponsorships packages this year, Keeping all TMR shining bright! [Verse 5] Online Services makes our digital world safer, Fake websites taken down – one, two, three! They’ve managed millions of users and views, Keeping online tools trouble-free! [Verse 6] Social Media’s always trending and thriving, With millions of impressions lighting the way. From posts to shares and comments galore, They’ve keept TMR’s stories stronger than before! [Chorus] That’s the SCU, (said like skew lol) The mighty SCU! With their teamwork and talent, They always pull through! It’s SCU! Yes, it’s SCU! Thanks for another amazing year, love SCU! 🎶
I’ve walked through fire, I’ve fought through rain, Carried my weight, carried my pain. The world was cold, and I felt alone, But I found a place where I could call home. Not by blood, not by fate, But by the hands that helped me navigate. In the silence of sorrow, in the weight of my tears, I found friend who knew all my fears. It’s not the place I was born, or the names that they call, It’s the hearts that reach out when we stumble and fall. It’s the ones who know pain, who know how it feels, Who lift you up, who make you heal. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. I’ve been bruised, I’ve been broken, felt the weight of the fall, But I’ve risen again, every time I hit the wall. Through the storms that raged, through the nights so cold, I found the strength to heal, to stand and be bold. And in the quiet, in the pain that I feel, There’s a stranger who’s walking the same path, so real. They don’t need to say a word, I see it in their eyes, That we’ve both been through battles, we’ve both touched the skies. It’s not the place I was born, or the names that they call, It’s the hearts that reach out when we stumble and fall. It’s the ones who know pain, who know how it feels, Who lift you up, who make you heal. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. We’ve been the lost ones, we’ve been the weak, But in each other, we found the strength to speak.When you reach for me, and I reach for you, We heal together, we see it through. It’s not the blood, but the hearts we trust, That make us whole, make us rise from the dust. When your pain mirrors mine, and I see your tears, We find home in the places we’ve conquered our fears. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. I don’t need to know where you came from, I just need to know you’ll stay when I’m numb. In your eyes, I see the battles you’ve fought, And in your soul, I find what I’ve sought. We’ve all felt the darkness, we’ve all seen the rain,But when we come together, we break every chain.It’s not about being perfect, it’s about standing tall, In the arms of those who’ve felt it all.A place called home is where the light is shared
I’ve walked through fire, I’ve fought through rain, Carried my weight, carried my pain. The world was cold, and I felt alone, But I found a place where I could call home. Not by blood, not by fate, But by the hands that helped me navigate. In the silence of sorrow, in the weight of my tears, I found friend who knew all my fears. It’s not the place I was born, or the names that they call, It’s the hearts that reach out when we stumble and fall. It’s the ones who know pain, who know how it feels, Who lift you up, who make you heal. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. I’ve been bruised, I’ve been broken, felt the weight of the fall, But I’ve risen again, every time I hit the wall. Through the storms that raged, through the nights so cold, I found the strength to heal, to stand and be bold. And in the quiet, in the pain that I feel, There’s a stranger who’s walking the same path, so real. They don’t need to say a word, I see it in their eyes, That we’ve both been through battles, we’ve both touched the skies. It’s not the place I was born, or the names that they call, It’s the hearts that reach out when we stumble and fall. It’s the ones who know pain, who know how it feels, Who lift you up, who make you heal. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. We’ve been the lost ones, we’ve been the weak, But in each other, we found the strength to speak.When you reach for me, and I reach for you, We heal together, we see it through. It’s not the blood, but the hearts we trust, That make us whole, make us rise from the dust. When your pain mirrors mine, and I see your tears, We find home in the places we’ve conquered our fears. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. I don’t need to know where you came from, I just need to know you’ll stay when I’m numb. In your eyes, I see the battles you’ve fought, And in your soul, I find what I’ve sought. We’ve all felt the darkness, we’ve all seen the rain,But when we come together, we break every chain.It’s not about being perfect, it’s about standing tall, In the arms of those who’ve felt it all.A place called home is where the light is shared
I’ve walked through fire, I’ve fought through rain, Carried my weight, carried my pain. The world was cold, and I felt alone, But I found a place where I could call home. Not by blood, not by fate, But by the hands that helped me navigate. In the silence of sorrow, in the weight of my tears, I found friend who knew all my fears. It’s not the place I was born, or the names that they call, It’s the hearts that reach out when we stumble and fall. It’s the ones who know pain, who know how it feels, Who lift you up, who make you heal. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. I’ve been bruised, I’ve been broken, felt the weight of the fall, But I’ve risen again, every time I hit the wall. Through the storms that raged, through the nights so cold, I found the strength to heal, to stand and be bold. And in the quiet, in the pain that I feel, There’s a stranger who’s walking the same path, so real. They don’t need to say a word, I see it in their eyes, That we’ve both been through battles, we’ve both touched the skies. It’s not the place I was born, or the names that they call, It’s the hearts that reach out when we stumble and fall. It’s the ones who know pain, who know how it feels, Who lift you up, who make you heal. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. We’ve been the lost ones, we’ve been the weak, But in each other, we found the strength to speak.When you reach for me, and I reach for you, We heal together, we see it through. It’s not the blood, but the hearts we trust, That make us whole, make us rise from the dust. When your pain mirrors mine, and I see your tears, We find home in the places we’ve conquered our fears. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. I don’t need to know where you came from, I just need to know you’ll stay when I’m numb. In your eyes, I see the battles you’ve fought, And in your soul, I find what I’ve sought. We’ve all felt the darkness, we’ve all seen the rain,But when we come together, we break every chain.It’s not about being perfect, it’s about standing tall, In the arms of those who’ve felt it all.A place called home is where the light is shared
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I’ve walked through fire, I’ve fought through rain, Carried my weight, carried my pain. The world was cold, and I felt alone, But I found a place where I could call home. Not by blood, not by fate, But by the hands that helped me navigate. In the silence of sorrow, in the weight of my tears, I found friend who knew all my fears. It’s not the place I was born, or the names that they call, It’s the hearts that reach out when we stumble and fall. It’s the ones who know pain, who know how it feels, Who lift you up, who make you heal. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. I’ve been bruised, I’ve been broken, felt the weight of the fall, But I’ve risen again, every time I hit the wall. Through the storms that raged, through the nights so cold, I found the strength to heal, to stand and be bold. And in the quiet, in the pain that I feel, There’s a stranger who’s walking the same path, so real. They don’t need to say a word, I see it in their eyes, That we’ve both been through battles, we’ve both touched the skies. It’s not the place I was born, or the names that they call, It’s the hearts that reach out when we stumble and fall. It’s the ones who know pain, who know how it feels, Who lift you up, who make you heal. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. We’ve been the lost ones, we’ve been the weak, But in each other, we found the strength to speak.When you reach for me, and I reach for you, We heal together, we see it through. It’s not the blood, but the hearts we trust, That make us whole, make us rise from the dust. When your pain mirrors mine, and I see your tears, We find home in the places we’ve conquered our fears. A place called home is where the light is shared, In the arms of others who have been there. It’s in the pain we’ve both known, In the brokenness where we’ve grown. A place called home is where our hearts unite, Not by blood, but by the shared fight. By struggle and strength, by grief and grace, We find home in the spaces we create. I don’t need to know where you came from, I just need to know you’ll stay when I’m numb. In your eyes, I see the battles you’ve fought, And in your soul, I find what I’ve sought. We’ve all felt the darkness, we’ve all seen the rain,But when we come together, we break every chain.It’s not about being perfect, it’s about standing tall, In the arms of those who’ve felt it all.A place called home is where the light is shared, In
I used to wish upon the stars I used to love in the dark I used to make stories up About you He’d call you on the phone Asking “where you wanna go?” The brutal honesty Left you alone I may not be perfect But maybe its worth it To break a heart once or twice A lovers convergence A snake and a pearl Your breaking of bars and my butterfly scars So kiss my arm and kiss my head Don’t trust any word they say Because they don’t know you like I do So kiss my arm and kiss my head Love is a furious burning red It’ll blind you until you share my eyes I was small and sweet A breathe of fresh air A different taste for the town which we shared They point and stare, asking if I was someone But when they’d see my face they’d call 911. When they saw my hands they’d call 911. When they saw me they’d call 911. So kiss my arm and kiss my head Trust every single word I say Because I know everything about you too So kiss my arm and kiss my head Treat love like a close friend Grasp onto it under it fights back Take it, embrace it Love it, don’t change it Fate makes it impossible to read Curse it, reverse it Leave them to worsen Two wrongs to make a right But love was never right for them Cause loving was impossible For wishing on the stars Loving who we are Love my butterfly scars Don’t break my sensible heart I’ll love you till the moon turns red And the sky falls apart instead So love my butterfly scars Just love my butterfly scars So kiss my arm and kiss my head Don’t trust a fucking word they say Because they don’t know you like I do So kiss my arm and kiss my head Trust every single word I say Because I know everything about you too So kiss my arm and kiss my head Treat love like a close friend Grasp onto it under it fights back So kiss my arm and kiss my head Love is a furious burning red It’ll blind you until you share my eyes So kiss my arm and kiss my head Kiss my butterfly scars instead So kiss my heart and kiss my brain Kiss me in the cold pouring rain Dancing in the street until the cars splash my coat So kiss my arm and kiss my scars
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[Verse] In a world so cold you brought the heat With your love girl you made me complete A troubled soul lost in dark streets But your smile baby it can’t be beat [Verse 2] Saw your eyes shimmer under the moonlight Held me close through the longest night In your heartbeat I found my fight Your touch girl always felt so right [Chorus] Every time I was down and low Your patience made me grow you know Waited for me through thick and thin You’re the reason I begin again [Verse 3] Had battles lost and moments of doubt But your faith girl it pulled me out By your side I never had to shout Your love showed me what life’s about [Verse 4] A queen who lived through all my pains With you by my side broke all the chains In your arms girl felt like I’d reign Your love like a healing rain [Chorus] Every time I was down and low Your patience made me grow you know Waited for me through thick and thin You’re the reason I begin again