Everybody has things made of gold in life. Something special, something that means a lot to them. An then the gold starts to disappear. All of the gold turns green, it's original state. All that gold you once had, is gone. Gone, and nothing comes back in return. All you have left is one piece of gold. You realize how hard it is, and you make sure it doesn't happen to anyone else. But then you help the gold escape. It's a time when one word doesn't do the job. The wrong path is being taken, and you have no control over it, nothing you can do besides watch it happen right in front if your eyes. Why didn't you stop it?
