One.

One Chance.
I suppose thats all we get.
To make it real.
To singe our regrets.

One love.
Is all we will know.
To make it true.
Or to fall into sorrows.

One loss.
That will break our hearts.
A cold dark stare.
To begin falling apart.

One thing.
It will end our lives.
Its the thing that haunts you.
The thing that watches as you die.