Lark

This is a lark, it is a larger monster

It's loving you like you love a good fight

These unkempt yards make it hard and harder

You rake the leaves, as if to say you won’t stay

Take out your knife

Cut deep and wide

If you’ve gotta let it bleed

This is a lark, it is a darkened feather

You make the flight to make it right

Oh no it’s not a show of bleeding hearts

Buried in the dark above our homes

Sleep away the night the day

Steal away to a corner of this maze