My Owl of Friendship

A horrible land,
Down a lake of lava,
Above stars lighting the way,
A battle to live or die.

Two owls flying over the lava lake,
Trying and trying to reach the stars.
When one falls, the other one helps her up,
The cycle that will go on forever.

One day they had to split up,
They both started to fall and fall and fall.
They cried of days,
Then one landed in my arms,
I cared for her.