Everyone has their stories, a book of revelations, Depicting their lives, or a life left behind. Some lack a structure, some are written well. No matter how it is written, everyone has a book, A book that is locked inside of time. Some are filled with lies, some tell the truth. No one knows, until they open the book, and have a look inside. Everyone's memoir is different. Some leave behind a legacy, Other's tells just turn to dust, and the wind carries the ashes away. Even so; everyone has a story, a story behind the veil. Perhaps some have a future, some may not. But we all have stories, hidden behind the lock. Just open up someone's book, and see what lies beneath; Beneath the physical appearance. And under the make-up of all mankind