We will always win

The way we sleep upon these clouds
With withering aches in our bones
Nothing is too soft enough
Nothing will live up to the expectations of our dreams
Our dreams filled with marshmallows and feathers
The dreams that everybody else lives
But we are more than dreamers
We are fighters
Battling the war of our own flesh
Our own blood
But we will always win
We will always succeed
Because the pain in our marrow
Makes us aware of the beauty in the earth