IRC-Galleria

I was raised from a broken seed
I grew up to be an unwanted weed
Ever faster the time exceeds me
Little harder again to remember... you

Held a torch for you, when lightning stroke me
Once again, hope I died for the last time
Only one I have a thing greater than you
Little light on the sky every night

Morning dew on the field, where I met you
I was frozen a year, couldn't get through
Got a sign, not a scar, on my shoulder
I am not quite the man you take me for

Fell in love with the weekness within me
Force me the Ring and own me
Guess you found what you'd think would oblige me
Little version of me to consume you

I'd give my everything to you, follow you through the garden of oblivion
If only I could tell you everything, the little things you'll never
dare to ask me