tears in his eyes he wants to fight.
Loneliness, emptiness, grief and despair,
darkening eyes that once had been fair.
Yet fair they are still, but of a different kind,
seeking for hope they fear they won't find.
But hope there is; just open your eyes,
I am here, my lad, I hear your cries.
Come into my arms, child, I will hug you tight.
Let your tears flow, boy, 'tis all right.
Do not trouble your mind, do not worry too long.
I know, things have gone terribly wrong,
but there is hope, just lift your head
I am here for you, my Frodo-lad.
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