My creation,
No my...my child.
You have been taken from my grasp
And put into another's
Damn him...
Now, to...to even see you
I must hide, hide inside another's persona
If I could only, be close to you
Be able to touch your soft hands and be
A true... father.
My creation...
My child.
I'm not what that man has told you I am, and the same goes for you
You are not a dragon
But a wonderful,
Wonderful demon.
I only want to be with you
My dear sweet child