A fools game to think
These emotions would vanish
As quickly as the moon did.
Too little time
Too much on the line.
The last one will never be for fate has made it known
With his gavel the words were told.
But the first one had fallen through
When lost words were never said.
One day the second could be freed
But the question will never be answered.
In the end, it was she
who was needed instead.