I just kind of randomly wrote this, and it ended up turning into a LOTR
thing. Hey, most/all of my writing does.
The stars are veiled, the night without end,
And still I walk with you, my friend,
Till together we reach the end of night
And step into the dear Sun's light.
At times I feel I cannot cope,
And every step seems without hope,
And on the way I stop and stare
Into the dark and filthy air
And think: will the night ever end?
Or are there hurts that cannot mend?
These wounds go deep; this burden gnaws;
I falter and you see me pause.
You hold my hand and smile and say:
"We can, we will, we'll find the Day."
thing. Hey, most/all of my writing does.
The stars are veiled, the night without end,
And still I walk with you, my friend,
Till together we reach the end of night
And step into the dear Sun's light.
At times I feel I cannot cope,
And every step seems without hope,
And on the way I stop and stare
Into the dark and filthy air
And think: will the night ever end?
Or are there hurts that cannot mend?
These wounds go deep; this burden gnaws;
I falter and you see me pause.
You hold my hand and smile and say:
"We can, we will, we'll find the Day."
