- Primula
Fallen, fallen...
My father and my friend
Taken by the shadow
With hardly a word
You fell.
Silence and
Emptiness are left
Where once I touched your hand,
Felt your gentle presence by my side,
Heard your voice of assurance
In the midst of my fears.

Fallen, fallen...
My comfort and my guide.
Like a child terrified
By the night's darkness
I cry out
For a father
Who never comes.
The others weep; I am alone.
How can I go on? Gandalf, what
Is to become of me, without you?
I cannot see for my tears.

What life I can give seeking
The goal you set before me
Remains as my purpose.
What time I have,
What choices I can yet make
Remain in memorial to you.