Will I live only to see myself forsake all, my dreams, my hopes, my friends and even my homes, time and time again, just to try to understand what I miss to see every time? I am but a lonely dragon, with no ground to stand my feet, no cause to brand my heart, no love to bear my soul, and what I yearn for I cannot have, for what I have seems, for my head, to be always enough... I am but a lonely dragon, and lo, it seems my curse is what I ravish the most, my loneliness.