Son of the Steward
By the side of the road, it waited
Love of his father, honor at last
He could prove to his lord his quality.
There were some, who resisted.
A silent whisper, a doubt
Wending its way through his mind
Could he reach out for the gift?
There were some, who resisted.
More than power it offered
The chance to redeem himself
In eyes long dimmed with despair.
There were some, who resisted.
Easily taken, ready for claiming
Taken to home and to lord
A hero's welcome at last.
There were some, who resisted.
The frail hope of it perched
Restless and flickering in the land
Of Shadow into which it crept.
There were some, who resisted.
Perilous quest that had cost
Gondor the life of her lord;
Did it not owe the White City repayment?
There were some, who resisted.
Fingers twitch in the shadows
That tug at his thoughts
As he remembers the dream that began it.
There were some, who resisted.
Bane of Isildur, of Boromir too,
Could he at last be enough to please
A difficult father and liege?
There were some, who resisted.
But where then the hope,
Give it up to the darkness,
Give in to the call of the Enemy?
There were some, who resisted.
By the side of the road, it waited,
Ready to prove to all his quality,
The weapon to change their fortunes.
There were some, who resisted.
By the side of the road,
It continued to wait.