From shadows he flies on dragons wings......
           searching, the world for his mate.
           with every glance his heart dies more...... 
           Is he the last?  Is this his fate? 
            
           To die and never to have loved................
           never to touch or be embraced? 
           to continue he has tried........... 
           for he is the last of his race. 
            
           Atop a mountain he has flown,
           and one last look he takes....
           but there is nothing, no one there
           even emptiness has gone.

           Lifting his wings to the sky
           a loud moaning roar he makes
           his heart crying out in sadness
           not a single route to take
            
           Now he knows that he has failed
           in this lonely world of pain
           ending all would be too sweet
           as there is nothing more to gain.

           Lowly dragon once so proud
           has fallen so far from grace
           If only someone knew his heart
           or the pain upon his face.

           Then in the night comes a rustle
           the flapping of distant wings
           yet, at first he does not hear it
           he is thinking of other things.

           She was searching the world over
           so hard looking for her mate..... 
           he cannot believe it's happening
           could this truly be his fate?
            
           She flaps her wings on the mountain
           his cries of pain she has heard....
           and she smiles at him so sweetly
           there is no need to say a word.
           
           He enfolds her in his wings
           giving her a warm embrace
           he listens to his heart sing
           the survival of their race