| Can They See? Sweet son of Immortals Lord of the Firstborn Chief of the House of Golden Flower Brought from the mighty halls of Mandos To return and bind thyself to thy Lord's line Fairest child, ageless being The gold of thy hair reflects thy spirit within Golden and illuminate, it cannot be dimmed Hero of fallen Gondolin Does anyone truly know thy heart? Can they truly see what thou is? Can they see they tears thou hides? For things lost? For the fall of everything to darkness? For the weight of ages upon thy shoulders? They do not see you up at night Sitting upon your window sill Gazing at the stars Wishing, for what? To be free of the burden thou bears? To return to the Halls of Mandos? To sever those lingering bonds to Arda? Sweet Elf lord How much grief do you hide? With your delicate eyes that reveal so much And yet so little Your sweet lips, which tell of so much But never really says The songs that come from thy golden throat? They only speak of that fa�ade you hide within Golden, warm, sweet to the ear and heart Yet so very empty What of thy face? It is as empty as a mask Yet so full, with youth you do not have Joy, which is not really there Wisdom, which chains you Oh, golden hero Can you not see? You're dying inside A piece every day While you smile and laugh as if nothing is amiss Your lord sees, why can you not? Because you are afraid to look within And see what is left? |