It lifts, it rises, then it falls,
like everything that ever was before.
It seeks the weakness it can find,
searches out the truth to hurt the blind.

Those blinded by the life their spirits chose,
is sometimes hard
when no one thinks they really know..
What lies within,
seems sometimes written into stone......
with a shadow they would rather leave alone.

But shadows, they don't bring the dark of night,
there just reflections, cast in many different lights.
Lets reflect on what is true and what we feel,
before we lose, all that we thought was truely real.