Secrets
By Reyoko •
Every rose has its thorns,
Just like every night has its dawn.
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song.
It doesn't matter what we are,
Who we are,
Or where we came from.
We are all here together,
Under this blood stained world.
And every one of us,
Has something to hide.
Either sadness or fear,
All of us has something to hide.
A secret?
A legend?
A truth?
No matter what it is,
Everyone has his or her own secrets...