I don't know how to say this, But I know that I must try, For the things that I hold in my heart Are more than I can hide.

You left when I was very small, I've no memories, it's true, But Dad brought back from Gondor A likeness drawn of you.

I don't know what artist drew it, From what memories or place, But each time my dad would look at it, A smile would touch his face.

You're standing on a balcony, The wind is in your hair, Your eyes shine with an Elven light, But there's also sadness there.

It's that sadness, Sir, that troubles me, That makes me need to say, There's not a day that passes by
That I don't feel that way.

I've read the Red Book many times, And memorized some parts. I've walked with you down roads so dark I thought they'd freeze my heart.

I've wept beside my dad when he Held you on Mt. Doom, And I've wept to hear his stories As I sat across the room.

I guess the thing I want to say Sounds so very small, But, thank you, Master Frodo. Thank you, Sir, for all.

I wonder can you hear me? Are you still on that far shore? Or have you left confines of earth In peace forever more?

The mallorn tree is tall now, My dad's been gone a year, And I need for both of you to know You'll not be forgotten here.