

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Boots by the doorway Mud on the kitchen floor Toy trucks in the hallway Bible by the front porch door Little fists full of questions “Dad Why’d He die for me?” I stop Breathe Try to answer Like a man I’m still learning to be [Chorus] I’m raising three wild arrows Praying they all fly straight Teaching them truth in the shadows Teaching them love over hate If these rough hands fail a thousand ways Lord Take what I can’t do I’m raising three wild arrows But I’m aiming them back to You [Verse 2] Baseball caps and busted knees Sunday shirts with wrinkled sleeves They roll their eyes when I say grace But they bow when they think I can’t see Some nights I’m just worn out Lose my temper Lose my tongue Kneel by their beds in the quiet “God Be the Father I’m not strong enough to become” [Chorus] I’m raising three wild arrows Praying they all fly straight Teaching them truth in the shadows Teaching them love over hate If these rough hands fail a thousand ways Lord Take what I can’t do I’m raising three wild arrows But I’m aiming them back to You [Bridge] When the world starts shouting louder Than the words I tried to say (oh Lord) Catch their hearts like falling sparks Don’t let them drift away [Chorus] I’m raising three wild arrows Praying they all fly straight Teaching them truth in the shadows Teaching them love over hate If my fire fades and I’m called home Before they’re fully through Keep three wild arrows flying on ‘Cause I’m aiming them back to You
Tags
metal, Southern-fried Christian country-metal blend: down-tuned chunky guitars, half-time drums that flip double-time on choruses, gritty male vocals with a weathered twang; verses ride sparse palm-muted riffs and steel guitar swells, chorus explodes with gang-style harmonies and big crash cymbals. Bridge drops to clean arpeggios and low vocal, then full-band uplift on the final hook., country
3:04
No
3/7/2026