In this world,

One,

We walk away,

Two,

Time keeps track,

Three,

The walls will fall,

Four,

And lives will fade,

Five,

Words will sting,

Six,

Hits will bruise,

Seven,

Burns will scare,

Eight,

Someone will get hurt,

Nine,

At ten everything falls apart,

The trigger gets pulled,

The rope gets hung,

The knife cuts too deep,

And all we have left and the words,

And the hurt,

If the race isn't won,

How will we win the fight?

And how will we survive the war?

TEN!