1. Boromir's Confusion
Centuries before I pen this song.
The throne is empty, and dust gathers there,
But there is no king to notice or care.
Others come, and see the throne,
And wonder why it stands all alone.
They see my father, in the Steward’s chair,
And think what they would do, if they sat there.
But my father takes no notice, of hints or convention,
Saying that ‘Stewards should be above such pretension.’
I see my father, in the Steward’s chair,
And wonder how I would do, if I sat there.
Could I subdue my natural inclination?
Or would I force civil war upon my nation?
Would anyone follow my lead?
Knowing that it is a King we need?
Or would they ignore the foolish child?
And say to each other, “His ways are wild.
But in time he will settle and make a good Steward.”
Would a pat on the head be my only reward?
I love Gondor, my country of birth,
I look at the people and see only their worth.
But my people are dying,
Widows are crying,
A strong leader we need,
One without greed.
Could I be that leader?
Maybe a soldier,
Could win the people’s hearts,
And learn, without arts,
How truly to lead,
And fill the people’s need.
Or perhaps I will fail,
No course is without travail.
At the least I must try,
Even if it means I die.
For if I fail, what worth would I bring,
Even to a throne without a King.
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