Nature's got a way of keeping herself occupied Of keeping track of who lives and who dies Not that there's no in between to report I know a few creatures a lot with a sort With death defying looks in their eyes
It's not fair to say we know Just who is who We can't walk in their shoes This fire inside of their lines But it seems like we can say we've been there many times
Just like the mockingbird eats the black widow spider Piece by piece to eventually hide her Beneath it's dark feathers and surrounding bones Heartbeats will accompany more