We laugh. We play. We cry. We pray. We howl, “How can I make it one more day?!”
We dance, our shoes worn thin. We talk. We sing. Our heads we spin. We continue on, the clash we’ll win.
We push. We shove. We scratch. We bite. The time has come. It’s fight or flight.
We lie. We tell ourselves it’s fine. Then turn to heaven, our hopes divine.
We breathe. We sigh. We sleep in retire; to heal our souls and rekindle our fire.