Cry No More
by Mainecoon
He never had a loving voice to tell him it's all right.
He never had a warm embrace to hold him through the night.
No lemon-scented kisses ever greeted him at dawn.
There was no mother's breast for him to lay his head upon.
Come lean on me and close your eyes, not like it was before.
I swear to you, my Samwise, you don't have to cry no more.
He always feared the darkness, always trembled when it came.
He gave himself completely, gave his spirit and his name.
No gold would he seek in return, nor favours large or small.
There's naught he loves can be so lost that he would lack it all.
Yet even hearts so open can be hurt once in a while.
There always will be shadows dark enough to dim his smile.
How easily for want of love he has been brough to tears,
How many times he's wept when days recall his deepest fears.
Come lean on me and close your eyes, not like it was before.
I swear to you, my Samwise, I won't see you cry no more.
I'll be the loving voice he'll have to tell him it's all right.
I'll be the warm embrace to hold him safe throughout the night.
My kisses, lemon-sweet and soft, will greet his every dawn,
And should he sorrow, he'll have me to lay his head upon.
Come lean on me and close your eyes, not like it was before.
I swear to you, my Samwise, I won't see you cry no more.
...end...
by Mainecoon
He never had a loving voice to tell him it's all right.
He never had a warm embrace to hold him through the night.
No lemon-scented kisses ever greeted him at dawn.
There was no mother's breast for him to lay his head upon.
Come lean on me and close your eyes, not like it was before.
I swear to you, my Samwise, you don't have to cry no more.
He always feared the darkness, always trembled when it came.
He gave himself completely, gave his spirit and his name.
No gold would he seek in return, nor favours large or small.
There's naught he loves can be so lost that he would lack it all.
Yet even hearts so open can be hurt once in a while.
There always will be shadows dark enough to dim his smile.
How easily for want of love he has been brough to tears,
How many times he's wept when days recall his deepest fears.
Come lean on me and close your eyes, not like it was before.
I swear to you, my Samwise, I won't see you cry no more.
I'll be the loving voice he'll have to tell him it's all right.
I'll be the warm embrace to hold him safe throughout the night.
My kisses, lemon-sweet and soft, will greet his every dawn,
And should he sorrow, he'll have me to lay his head upon.
Come lean on me and close your eyes, not like it was before.
I swear to you, my Samwise, I won't see you cry no more.
...end...
