What Is Gone Is Gone

What is sea-born dies on land,
Soft is trod upon.
What is given burns the hand-
What is gone is gone.

Here is there, and high is low,
All may be undone.
What is true, no two men know-
What is gone is gone.

Who has choices need not choose,
We must, who have none.
We can love but what we lose-
What is gone is gone.

What is plucked will grow again,
What is slain lives on,
What is stolen will remain-
What is gone is gone.

This background was obtained from Darkhorse,at Tir'na'baine'gile'lair.