Repeating minds, repeating hearts,
tend to cry not far apart.
Until we die, we will never know,
if we have been forsaken, or it was for-told.
For the choice is yours, as it is mine,
as we all agree there is time.
If you breathe then there is still life,
regardless of any self-sacrifice.
If you never quit, you can never lose,
even if you screw up, you can so choose.
As I said, the choice is ours,
but it is Nye, for we all do, have to say goodbye.