Song · Gita A1 - The Questioning

Arrows in My Heart

SongGita A1 - The QuestioningSpiritualLove and Romance
What this track carries

“Arrows in My Heart” connects image and feeling with unusual directness: “No steel has touched my skin” leads into a search for meaning beyond the visible, while “Arrows in my heart” leaves the thought in a different place.

The Unspoken

“Arrows in My Heart” carries a spiritual idea, but the lyric keeps bringing that idea back to the practical work of seeing, choosing, or surrendering. The thought beneath the melody sharpens around “Yet I'm bleeding deep within”: devotion as a discipline that steadies the mind rather than silencing questions. That is why the recurring image of breath matters: it suggests life, presence, and what cannot be taken for granted. That inward point of view makes the message feel experienced before it is explained. By the time the song reaches “Arrows in my heart,” its resolution points inward, where faith and understanding have to become lived experience.

Arrows in My Heart - Lyrics

No steel has touched my skin, Yet I’m bleeding deep within, From the voices that I thought were mine to trust. All the weight I tried to hide, Now comes rising like a tide, Leaving footprints made of fear inside the dust. These arrows have no name, They are sorrow, they are shame, They are memories that tremble in my bones. The past becomes a blade, Cutting promises I made, Turning victories to ashes, dreams to stones. If this is Karma’s gentle art To carve the truth into my heart Then let the pain reveal the part Of me that’s ready to unstart. Arrows in my heart, Falling from the sky, Not to tear me down But to ask me why. Arrows in my heart, Silent but sincere, Every wound reminds me What I must face with fear. I feel every hidden scar, The ones that shaped who we are, The silent lessons written in the soul. Maybe this ache is just the door To something deeper I ignored, A quiet truth that waits to make me whole. If Maya blinds the mind with pain, Then let these arrows fall like rain. For through the break, the light comes in A spark, a breath, a whispered wind. Arrows in my heart, Cutting through the night, Teaching me that brokenness Can still become my light. Arrows in my heart, Every doubt and tear Leading me to Dharma Through the wounds I fear.