(©Grant Macaskill 2002)

Soaked and chilled to the bone,
Gaping down that broken path,
Where shadows hunt beneath dreary skies:
I can hear them laugh,

Yesterday's dreams are gaunt now and thin,
My steady gaze wavers with shame,
And my eyes blur only half with the wind,
My heart beats the blood of Cain

And you can see me up there with the bad guys,
Wearing my mask, wrapped up in lies,
The boy still begs his questions of the man,
And the ghost of Aragorn still haunts me

I tried to match him stride for stride,
But I'm short and bent and wretched slow,
And I lost him in the choices I made,
Where to turn and where to go

And you can see me up there with the bad guys,
Wearing my mask, wrapped up in lies,
The boy still begs his questions of the man,
And the ghost of Aragorn still haunts me

And you can see me up there with the bad guys,
Wearing my mask, wrapped up in lies,
The boy still begs his questions of the man,
And the ghost of Aragorn still haunts me

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