In the twinkle of an eyes
Things fall into pieces
The conflict of choice
The battle of supremacy.

Hearts break closely apart
Originality carefully lost
Relation ignored and betrayed
Sweet pain a guiding force.

No balm in Gilead can heal
This beautiful wound
The Gap is wider
With no bridge to hold it.

If originality is not found
Decisions and actions not employed
This forbidden fate
Will prevail and rule.