While Here At Journey's End I Lie

- Lothithil

I am so weary
Here at the end of my run
Stone cuts into my back and legs
But my task is not yet done

How can I, though my eyes grow dim
And my limbs heavy as lead,
Lay down my head and close my eyes
When you lie somewhere near, maybe dead?

I have to find you, Master dear
Before I seek my own relief
But I cannot climb another step
So I will sit and sing of my grief