It all hurts, the scrapes are just reminders,
that things we hold dear can get scars and lose their nerve,
that sometimes the night ends before a day begins,

Sometimes we fight, but what's the use,
where does it take us to even try to choose,
when the floor is all lava and we aren't wearing shoes,

crows crowing at night, calling their brothers,
calling their loves, calling their might,
just to end at the ending of another, calling for life.