The Arrow and the Song by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I shot an arrow into the air
and it fell
to earth somewhere

how should I know?
it’s all the way over
there
and I’m over here

and I breathed a song into the air
which too fell to the earth
I’m sure

so loud and boisterous was its
merth
it could do me no wrong

and I waited and waited
to hear back something
an echo
maybe?

O well, I guess my
arrow lay broken somewhere
in a war field

and my song is trapped
in some lion’s den

that’s OK
I’ll be my own friend