My parents used to fight every night.
They would argue and yell, even when they turned out the lights.
I would always cry on the inside only, male standards am I right?
They would say, “Oh son, every couple fights.”
Grandma and Grandpa never fought, their love had a glowing might;
Might stay together forever, or their love might float away like a kite.

My parents used to struggle financially.
They never wanted me to hear, but what...