I have two fathers, so they say, Barret/Dyne
But both of them have gone away.
One rests in a land of sun Dyne (Prison)
One's forever on the run. Barret (from Corel)
Between them are two mouths to scold me Barret / Tifa
Between them are two hands to hold me. Barret/ Tifa
Now I wait where shadows rise,
Watched by two out of six eyes. Tifa
Who am I?
MARLENE