I don't own Eowyn, Eomer, Theodwyn or Eomund.
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I Waited Every Morn
The sky is grey above me,
Just like my mood today,
I don't want to talk to them,
And I don't want to play.
See, Daddy left some weeks ago,
I looked for him every day.
Then Momma got a letter,
And said Daddy had gone away.
I told her she was lying,
I told her she was wrong
But with tearful eyes she said to me,
'Eowyn, Daddy's gone.'
I still didn't believe her,
And I wished she wouldn't lie,
For I am still a little girl,
And daddies aren't supposed to die.
I stayed up late many nights,
And waited every morn,
To hear the roll of horses hooves,
And the sound of Daddy's horn.
The weeks were growing longer,
And maybe they were right,
Daddy wasn't coming home,
Neither tomorrow nor tonight.
Then Momma started looking ill,
She couldn't get out of bed,
And when her jaded eyes had closed,
I knew that she was dead.
Now here I sit, by the grave,
My parent's souls have fled,
And Eomer sits beside me here,
As we mourn for the dead.
Yet still I hope to see him,
With the dying of the day,
Maybe Daddy will come riding up,
And chase the dark away.
