ARAGORN
MY EYES HAVE SEEN TOO MUCH DEATH,
AND YET I MUST SEE MORE.
AT TIMES I CANT REMEMBER
THOSE IVE LOVED AND LOST BEFORE.
SOMETIMES IN THE MORNING,
WHEN IM ALL ALONE,
JUST BEFORE THE SUNRISE,
THE NEW DAY NOT YET SHOWN,
I TRY TO REMEMBER,
THE FACES I HAVE KNOWN.
TRY TO HEAR THEIR LAUGHTER,
AND HOLD IT AS MY OWN.
SOMETIMES IN THE TWILIGHT,
THE SUN ATOP THE HILL.
AS DARKNESS GROWS RESTLESS
AT FAITH IT CANNOT STILL.
I CAN FEEL A BURNING,
DOWN DEEP WITHIN MY SOUL.
I KNOW ITS THEIR YEARNING
FOR TOMORROWS THAT DEATH STOLE.
I CALL THEIR NAMES,
SOME, I SHARED THEIR DREAMS.
I HELD THEIR HOPES,
IN MY ARMS IT SEEMS.
ALL THE LOST TOMORROWS,
THEY WILL NEVER SEE.
NEVER TO REPAY THEM
THE HOPE THEY GAVE TO ME.
THERE ARE TOO MANY VOICES
I SHALL NOT HEAR AGAIN.
VOICES STILLED BY CHOICES
I WAS FORCED TO MAKE, AND THEN
I LIVE WITH THEIR MEMRIES;
WITH THEIR BLOOD UPON MY HANDS.
AND PRAY THEY WILL FORGIVE ME
OR AT LEAST UNDERSTAND.
I KNOW THEIR FACES,
THEIR HOPES, THEIR DREAMS, THEIR LIVES.
WITH MY TOMORROWS,
EACH OF THEM SURVIVES.
WITH EACH NEW TOMORROW,
THEIR END I CAN DELAY.
IF THEY LIVE IN MY MEMRY,
THEY LIVE ANOTHER DAY.
ONE MORE TOMORROW,
THIS I PLEDGE MY FRIENDS.
MORE HOPE THAN SORROW.
TOMORROWS WITHOUT END.
-acapo
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