A distant possibility he used to dream;
a hazy perception of a prospect of them
Hope and light were easy to be found;
for they just had to look at the horizon
The birthplace of sun and its golden halo;
a miracle lighting up their small world
Now there is just him and there is just her;
existing in an orphan moment of present
Hope is a must, it still needs to be found;
some hope for him and some hope for her
For they need to live beyond each other;
following their dreams on the path of fate
And that is his quest which kills his soul;
searching for a little hope for both of them
For her, he can create hope out of thin air;
as love makes him a grand wizard of sorts
But for himself, there is no hope to be found;
for his wand is useless, pointed at himself