Golden hair locks tries to go against the wind
You look for others, your kin.
You blink those emerald eyes
As the battle goes on by
Your spells are healing, indeed
But is that enough to satisfy their need?
The wisdom you hold,
Is a precious as gold
Kindess is never found,
It's usually buried within the ground.
You pull back your arrow, in defense
Your mind, asking you, "What's next?"
Your friends cry for you
You don't know what to do
The arrow is free
It flies, to do its deed
Although kindness is never found within others,
You are kindness in feathers.
You know what to do
For you are Hououji Fuu.