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Alone
When I remember you,
I see the lonely wave,
lost on it’s way to shore,
and they ask us why,
and I know why,
That’s just the way we are.
And we sit and we wonder why?
I don’t know.
I just know you,
and that is enough.
When the wind flows through our hair,
and the sun tans our skin,
and our eyes glow in the night,
and I feel alone,
you are just the way you are.
Our bodies are lean,
our faces round,
slight and slender,
and we sit and we ponder,
and that is the way we are.
And as you grow strong,
and myself confused,
and our fingers entwine,
the wave is lost.
Seasons change,
and so do I,
but you stand still.
caressing the satin like clouds,
with their vitreous tendrils,
And then we see the storm,
its primitive light,
and glazed silver eyes,
and I cry without tears.
But what would you say?
Love is only love,
Never leave me alone,
in this vast ocean.
But what would you do?
if you were held down,
your life would slowly fade away,
and what would I do?
Nothing is meant to be,
in this sea of nothingness.
We are the way we are.
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[Frodo] How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on... when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend... some hurts that go too deep... that have taken hold. <br /> <br /> _________________<br /> <br /> [Pippin] I didn't think it would end this way. <br /> [Gandalf] End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path... One that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass... And then you see it. <br /> [Pippin] What? Gandalf?... See what? <br /> [Gandalf] White shores... and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise. <br /> [Pippin] Well, that isn't so bad. <br /> [Gandalf] No... No it isn't.<br /> <br /> _________________<br /> <br /> [Frodo] I can't do this Sam.<br /> [Sam] I know. By rights we shouldn't even be here, but we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo, the ones that mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end by happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even the darkness must pass. A new day will come, and when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. The folk in those stories had plenty of chances of turning back only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding onto something. <br /> [Frodo] What were they holding onto, Sam?<br /> [Sam] That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for