Lady Arwen, why do you cry?
Your hope is not all lost.
Even though he has ridden off to war.
He will not be gone forever, no more.
Soon you will look a upon his face again,
Feel his fingers go through your hair.
Do not despair.
Feel the passion in his kiss
as you are wed in eternal bliss.
Yet you wait for his time to pass,
kept inside stone walls with pains of glass.
These hopes you have they dim and fade.
The pain is shaper then any blade.
In your head are thoughts of loss.
At night you turn and toss.
When you think of him you only grieve,
a thought that some can not perceive.
Lady Arwen, why do you cry?
His love for you will never die.