The line between Good and evil

The sun May rise,
The birds may sing,
The lovers Wonder hand in hand,
The flowers may blossom,
And the sky may brighten,

But theres a secret we all hide,
Inside maybe some not as deep as others,
we all hide a dark secret,
a Secret which will Either Loose or gain,
a secret we Cant or wont explain,
The dark thourghts that appear,
Are not so bright now are they?
When We do good,
someone will do evil

The sun will fall
And the birds will die,
The lovers Drift apart,
The flowers will wilt,
And the sky will darken,

And the Worlds of good and bad grow closer.