Where does your heart lie? Does it hide behind the lies and the smiles you portray love to be? To be fake in the face of your children to see? Does it hide in the truth the  “you” came out to believe? Is it that hard to accept the color of the blood that runs through the leaves that grow on your branches and miss the chances of living a life so free? These are the questions that posses the expressions of answers that are “Yes.”