I Will Go On

My feet pound on the rocky ground that melts before my feet,
I cannot go on.
I stumble forward, darkness is over taking me, but a hand at my arm pulls me to go on.
The lava flows beside me, melted gold somewhere amidst it's unbearable heat,
I cannot go on.
The melted rock has overtaken me, there is no escape, but a hand holds mine.
I am glad you are with me Sam, here at the end of all things, but
I cannot go on.
My hand aches, my soul is broken, my ears are filled with the rumbling of the mountain.
Still, through it all, I hear the cry, "The eagles are coming!" I hold Sam's hand,
I can go on,
I will go on.

- TinuvielwithHim