She took a sip from the fountain.
And drank from the crystal.
A single droplet of water,
As powerful as a pistol.

She claimed the sip for youth,
She claimed the sip for second chance,
She claimed the sip for better life,
She claimed the sip for circumstance.

As the sins revealed themselves,
One by one,
She took one last drink
And washed down the gun.

But the words she had said,
The choices she had made,
They could never be forgotten,
Her words could never fade.