False Hand , Empty Hearts

They smile like sunshine, but shadows remain, a gentle embrace that hides the pain. Sweet words spoken, yet hearts untrue, not every hand that holds is meant for you. They cheer when you rise, but wait for your fall, their whispers of kindness are empty, small. A mask of loyalty, a fleeting show, true hearts stay, the false ones go. So guard your soul, be wise, be strong, not every companion will walk along. In time you’ll see, when trials descend, who’s just a stranger, and who’s a friend.