Before we met, there was no tension,
no questions of forgive, forget,
No forsaken hopes and loss of trust,
none, and yet, we were.
We stand now, together,
the four of us, once friends,
and our hearts beat different rhythms
to different ends.
Because now as we talk,
little bothers come up,
not but once,
but again and again.
So where we were close to friendship,
we no longer are anywhere near,
we are seperate, individual,
close and but divided by hate and fear.