Helms Deep

Standing on the wall,
With a heart that's never still.
Taking aim while giving my all,
And then firing at will.
Seeing things that no one should see,
While a storm howls through the night.
Always fearing what could happen to me,
Or anyone else in this fight.
Watching old and young blood spill,
While trying to defeat my foe.
All the fighting makes my heart ill,
And seeing pain that I'll never know.
I now head toward the rising sun,
For my companions and I must leave.
'Cause this battle we know may just be one
Of the tricks up Sauron's sleeve.