Guiding

Unwritten tales enough collected are in lives,
Of dozens heroes who stays in shadows of the light,
Like stars above that fallen down in flashes,
There`s only mirth in seconds before they fade.
When birds are high the freedom feels unchained. 
There dozens who’s behind are watching at your back,
As guiding light, he’s giving us reward, 
To find the promised treasure in ourselves.
In mirrors all the pain is seeing clear through eyes. 
Tired thoughts are getting dark from sleepless nights. 
All light will fade in to the dark and only thing we’ll see,
Will be the guiding light he’s giving us.
Before you start the end has come.
There dozens sheets are falling all above,
And lots of them will be forgotten.
Yet, remember will you them all,
All stories are written up above,
And fates are chained and predetermined.