People fall from their pedistle. They fall and cannot get up. There tears cant be dried and kept unnoticed. The wings of glow that were once beautiful have turned to bone. Their secrets they harbored are now exposed. They are seen for who they truly are. Their hearts black and full of ugliness. And you. You to are the same. If we put an x-ray over you we could all see the blackness of your heart and the disgust you bring. The secrets you held would come out like a bird flying free from a cage. Your wings that were once wonderful would fall to dust. Your tears too would not dry. But as for the first to fall their tears will soon be wiped away by the gentle wind. There wings will flourish once againa nd they will rise from the ashes like phoenix. Their secrets will have been forgotten but like anything they will be forever changed. Like a still creek. On the top it is smooth and peaceful, but if a stone is cast into it its waters will ripple but yet again will become smooth and still. The rock will still be there making the creek forever changed. All secrets are not to be forgotten. One day this will happen to all of us but for the moment it is you this terrible things is happening to. But like all things it will be forgotten but will always be there. It doenst have to be forgotten but in the end it will only be what you will it to be.
