When tomorrow comes what will there be
other than the wind that dances through the trees?

Will the sun burst and leave us with a lack of peace as the lone survivors run through the streets? Or will our sleep be serene and filled with dreams of pale skies and bright eyes, continuing to survive as if you had nine lives, the downfall here is we only have one.

Sight can be deceiving, it can trick you into believing that tragedy is common and happiness is rare.