Just as winter will give way to Spring.
Darkness will give way to brightness.
The moons makes way for the sun eventually.
All the hidden secrets will find the way out.
Like wounds oozing blood.

Screaming to be heard and be seen.
Once the wind of change start to blow.
Nothing can stand in their way.
Time destroys destroys everything, that stand in their way.
Time is indeed the enemy of us all.

The hardship always give way to glorious days.
However the joy of the wicked is always short lived.
As it can only give birth to misery.
Thieves and lies never know peace.
Time is cruel to those with wicked hearts.