Watching seasons come and go
Gentle spring and winters cold
Innocence is lost to us
One people has lost another's trust
The gift of life becomes a curse
For death some of us now begin to thirst
Mortals can escape this place
But that is not the fate of our race
Watching mortals sing and dance
Watching as though in a trance
They can leave this place, we cannot
Even when the desire within burns hot
Mortals can live for the day
Knowing it will soon be taken away
For the Firstborn, little changes
We watch the days pass into ages
The forests that we now hold dear
Will someday be gone from here
We will remain, the children of the stars
Slowly to have our joy be sadness marred
Mortals think that we have a gift
To see all things as they change and shift
I tell you that we do not
All that we love will wither
And we will remain
Endless ages of lost sweetness is what we have
A/N:
That's it…from now on I leave rhyme to the Vanyar.