This one...is particularly angsty, I suppose. It was fun to write, though.

Where once was light

Gondor. My homeland. Father has told me of the days before Mordor's reawakening. The greatest kingdom in Middle-earth, he called it.

Now darkness falls

Those days are past. There is a shadow over Minas Tirith and Ithilien. Darkness creeps across the Pelennor and Osgiliath.

Where once was love

Love is no more

I remember when Mother died. Father blames me-he says she never fully regained her strength after my birth. Boromir has told me it wasn't my fault, that Father loves me. He doesn't see the truth. Father's love for me died with Mother.

Don't say-goodbye

Don't say-I didn't try…

I tried, Father, I tried! I tried to please you, but if pleasing you means bringing among us the weapon of our destruction, it isn't worth it.

These tears we cry

Are falling rain

For all the lies

You told us,

The hurt, the blame!

Boromir could do no wrong in your eyes, Father, while it seemed that I could do no right. You gave Boromir the credit and me the blame, for everything. I didn't care, or I told myself that. There were many days where only Gil-Estel and I saw my grief.

And we will weep

To be so alone

We are lost!

We can never go home

Boromir is gone, and I am alone, for you do not care, Father. I wish you did. But you do not, and I am alone, and the White City is no longer the home it used to be.

So in the end

I will be-what I will be

I can't be Boromir. I can only be me, and I will not regret what I have done. It was right, no matter what you say.

No loyal friend

Was ever there for me

Boromir was there, but he was the only one, and more often than not, he was gone, defending our borders. I do not like being a soldier, but the thought of becoming one and being posted away from your hatred was sometimes the only thing that got me through the worst days.

Now we say-goodbye

We say-you didn't try…

I ride now. I ride, to my death, knowing that you wish me dead.

Did you ever even try to love your second son?

These tears you cry

Have come too late

Take back the lies

The hurt, the blame!

You cared. You cared at the end. But a strange, bitter caring it was. You finally saw me as someone who wasn't a failure or a replacement of Boromir, but as your son. And then you chose to kill yourself and me.

And you will weep

When you face the end alone

You are lost!

You can never go home

At the end, you were sorry. I saw it in your eyes.

The madness that took you after Mother's death is lost and it can never come back.

I forgive you, Father.

Stay safe and stay positive!