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The Other Son

The one who was always pushed to the side

Would one day rise and help turn the tide

Against the darkness that swept across the land

He would lead his troops to make a brave stand

Knowing the odds he still rode to meet

The enemy biting at Gondor's feet

As he rode he thought of the only one

Who thought him worthy to be the Steward's son

Boromir's face flashed through his mind

As the white walls faded from behind

His ever so strong and valiant kin

Who had always meant the most to him

He knew he was going to meet the same fate

Of his brother who was always so great

The arrows began to fly through the air

And as his loyal men fell all he felt was despair

They had followed him knowing what their fate would be

Because they loved him and not because captain was he

Thoughts began to race through his mind and he wondered why

He had decided they must ride when he knew they would die

He hoped that his father would realize

That his love he had always fantasized

It had always been clear Boromir was loved the best

And to their father he had only been a pest

Deep down he knew why it was they rode

He hoped that his father would finally realize the love he owed