Like Rose Thomas from Liore, I was.
Who was told this mythical tale about a hero who flew on wings made of wax, he thought he could touch the sun, but when he got too close, his wings melted and he came crashing back down to earth, losing his own wings that played the part of his hands as well.
I was, like Rose, who had hope.
Who believed that to know God is to know hope.
Who believed in Corenell for he gave her the hope of the revival of a dead loved one.
I'm good, I'm great, I'm drained.
Lost all my hope that you would come and save.
Guess I got the wrong God for the completion of my trade.
Alexander what are you so sad for?
Everything ain't that bad, that's sure.
Alexander what are you sad for?
This was everything you asked for.