There will be a time where pigs must learn how to fly.~Although The dancing must come to an end, The beat of the tune in our hearts will continue on forever. Even if your the only one with a beating heart left...Forgive me, I have misunderstood. For it is not the tune that continues to drown the sorrows in our hearts or is it the pigs who must fly. No, it is the never ending towers of books that are full of different types of windows that interpret our emotions and imagination, That is how you know that your not the only one who can fly or have your heart beating a tune~ if your eyes are the windows to your soul then books are the windows to your heart.