It is the lament of the romantic; he who is always left alone and lost, longing for life and for a light to love. It is the despair of the dreamer; she who is destroyed in desolation, drowned in the deepest depths of the darkness. It is the in songs we sing, in the ebb and the flow of the rivers of time. It is inside everyone who feels out of time and place. It is the end of all hope.

It is in this story, the retelling of a classic- the only one we have ever sung. And oh, for the daywhich we will never tell this story again, for the day we will walk forth, strong andfree in this alien world, for the heart I once had.

But this time, it is for you...