Lost is a word, That no one can describe, It means so much and so little, All the tears you hide.

But I'll be here forever, I'll never leave your side, Don't ever feel lost my Merry, Don't ever run and hide.

I'll always be here waiting, Until we meet again, My parting was ill fated, But let good memories take wing,

The spirit is within me, And though I'm torn from you, I'm still with you my Merry, I'll always be with you.

You entertained my summers, You kept winter blues at bay, You helped me plant the seeds of spring, And told of stories autumn brings,

And now that time is passing, Your years are growing old, The times of happiness passing, The illness takes its hold,

And then again we'll meet, To be forever again with one, And this time its forever, This is where we truly belong.

Friends till the end, My Merry is what we will be, And after time escapes us, You'll still be here with me.

~ To my silly Hobbit Merry. Forever with you. Pippin.