Across the fields
A lonely boy wanders
Around his neck
There lays a chain
And upon that chain
There hangs a ring
A ring that's a dreadful, evil thing
The ring may look small
But don't be deceived
Its power is great
But not for good deeds
It pulls at his heart
And plays with his mind
It makes him think thoughts
That wouldn't be kind.
He struggles and toils
Each day into night
He tries to be brave
But it's so hard to fight
Each morning he wakens
From an unsettled sleep
And can't help but thinking
"Why'd this happen to me?"
But all heroes have stories
And this one is his
A tale of his struggles
Of times good and bad
Of times when his friends
Were all that he had
But in times heroes are made
To stand all on their own
He shone through the brightest
That I've ever known