Night song

I'm a bit at a loss again today: 

Family, obligation, virtue, doubt, love, loss, death. 

Here's what's come of it:

Under these stars

beneath these lights

we rip ourselves open

with all of our might

and all that holds silence

all that holds right

pours out itself 

into us tonight

While under the moon

within this light

we pour out our words

we bleed out the night

Beneath these stars

under the night

we bind up our wounds

we bleed out delight

till all of our sorrows

rage blind and white

and stare us down then

we see without sight

While under the moon

within this light

we pour out our words

we bleed out the night

These ropes and barbed wire

these teeth that bite

in such caves of steel

grows love's stalactite

in falling, in failure

in slow born requite 

waters bending to stone

re-framing the plight

While under the moon

within this light

we pour out our words

we bleed out the night