An Old Lost Thing
In the break of dawn, I see hope. Ere long the days that our friendship breaks. The strings that connect us has been cut in half, That neither dwarf or elf could mend. Long before the dusk, in a room we stood. The rain pours and the water falls in an endless depths, Our friendship ends and could not be made. If long ago I care enough maybe things will be the same. In the barren days when witches are burn in stake, You save me in my greatest despair, but never did I save your life. For I'm no warrior who will run into the fire. Furthermore, I'm no friend at all, just an old lost thing in a wreck.