Didn’t look like a good month half way gone
Looked like I’d end up where I didn’t want
Like a flood it sees me fighting
Finding a way to make better this that I have
It would seem like I suffer
But God knows how it has worked out to my rise
I am grateful for chance
That strange luck
I am grateful for open doors
The good fortune that I’ve got
Gandalfs death is not in vain, nor would he have you give up hope. You carry a heavy burden Frodo, don’t carry the weight of the dead.
I heard a voice in my head. She said to me, “even now, there is hope left.” But I cannot see it; it’s been long since we had any hope.
I know what to do, it’s just that I’m afraid to do it.
Even the smallest person can change the course of the future. You have your own choice to make … to rise above the heights of all your fathers … or to fall into darkness with all that is left of your kin.