Some are battling shadows at this hour
When the world is still
No matter, the scale of its horrors

The past, it rumbles and shouts
In the most sacred moments
When kin, are all woven together

Some are taken
With their scurrying transgressions
When the soul must be tranquil,
Joyous and light

But something, somewhere within
Has failed to spark
There’s a light in their eyes
But still, they quarrel with dusk