Taking Care of You


Holding your hand,
Wiping your tears,
Trying to comfort,
All of your fears,
The sun is gone,
And you weep,
For you cannot find,
A home to keep,
Your face is pale,
And I cry,
I let out a deep,
Sad lonely sigh,
I wish that I could help you,
Make you feel warm,
But I truly know,
That this is a storm,
Which will not stop,
Not until you’re done,
This perilous task under dark skies,
At least then you’ll see the bright yellow sun,
All I can do is hope that you’ll survive,
That you’ll see your home,
The fields and trees,
And then at last the seas frothy foam.

- Queen of Gondor