I know you can,
i see you can,
thing is Why of all things
That the line has to drawn,
That a line have to be torn down,
that this time a line had a limitation.
Once upon a birth,
when the twine is thick now it runs
with fumes upon years
of frown and frustration.
Dream a thick nor thin,
the line as the same since
until it was then but not now.
My dear cute and sweet Lachesis,
please tow the line
before mine own is never the same
and keep my line intact
for i know not of the fate you can deal,
only the last sister decides not you, not you.