TOO LATE
It is too late now to remake her choice
Too late to recall what oath she has made
Too late to take back words she spoke with her voice
Too late to give up for what she has paid
Undòmiel, Arwen the fairest elven child
To grace this all too bitter earth
Since Tinùviel wandered alone in the wild
Arwen my one, daughter by birth
Is it wrong to mourn her choice to by Elessar stay
A queen of Gondor in the men's coming years
When all of her kinsfolk have long sailed away
And leaving this place of grief will shed no more tears?
I've left my fair daughter in a world ruled by men
In a city repairing from the anguish of war
I will never see Arwen Undòmiel again
But she is in love what can I ask more?
Arwen my daughter, my child, my one
I see sadness before you in hundreds of years
You see only the wonder of hope and of sun
Alas that you shall shed a myriad of tears
It seems Middle Earth was created but to grieve
So our kindred depart for the western white shores
Arwen my daughter, Evenstar I must leave
Along with all others to far Valinor