All that glitters is not gold. All that’s gray is not dust. All that’s rusted is not old. All that reigns is not just. All snakes do not slither. All songbirds do not fly. Not all arrows leave the quiver, racing up towards the sky. Not all traitors carry guilt. Not all singers have a stage. Not all lovers really love. And sometimes love turns to rage. All betrayals are not heartfelt And with it heartbreak brings. But in the end it’s not over Until the mockingjay sings.