Everyone has left me.
Pippin and Gandalf to Gondor;
Frodo and Sam to Mordor;
Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli to the Paths of the Dead.
Theoden King told me I cannot fight,
Because I am too small in height.
But I want to fight.
Fight for my friends.
No matter how this ends.
I ride to Gondor.
With Eowyn who let me ride with her.
We ride to Gondor in the dim light.
When I reach the City, will I find the courage to fight?
Fight for my friends.
No matter how this ends.
I fight.
The lower levels of Minas Tirith are in flames.
I fight for my friends.
No matter how this ends.
The Nazgul comes, dark as night,
Bringing ruin, bringing fright.
Theoden King falls under his horse.
The Nazgul approaches him.
I close my eyes in fear,
But a familiar voice I hear.
I open my eyes.
I see Eowyn standing, fearing no pain.
Her arm is broken.
She should not die, not unaided.
I stab the Fell Thing,
For King Theoden, for Eowyn, for all of my friends.
No matter how this ends.
On the ground I lay,
My arm cold and numb.
I wonder if I shall live to see a new day.
This is most likely the end.
I did fight for my friends.
No matter how this ends.
I hear a familiar voice echoing in my ears,
Somehow casting down my fears.
It is Pippin.
He has come to find me.
I am now with my friend.
No matter how this will end.