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