I hope and pray that I will find,
the child that I have left behind;
For as I hear the madness gloat,
a frightened scream rips from my throat;
A child's love, with blind ambition,
against my panicked admonition;
Into the heart of evil's lair,
I battle on, without dispair;
and search and wonder as I might,
I see no ending to my plight;
There is no point in searching more,
for I'm the one he's searching for.