Okay,I admit it,I own nothing!I hope you're happy now!

The darker the secrets that we keep,
The harder it is to sit and weep
And the memories haunt us, awake and asleep
And the snow sings the death song in silence.

A heart is a flower with petals at wilt,
And they fall with the years and the earth in its tilt,
You will never return to the memories spilt
As the snow sings the death song of silence.

Iron is but iron, brass but brass,
Yet the hopes of our years will be shattered like glass
And we batter at walls that we will never pass
In the effort to once more return,
To the time of there and then,

On a fools errand of hope,
To a place we will not touch again.

While the snow sings the death song of silence.

Alas, alas, the elves do cry,
We can not see the star filled sky!
We cannot see even half as far!
We cannot glimpse the Evenstar!

And woe of woes! The dwarfs lament,
The metals of the earth are spent!
The gems are buried where we cannot reach!
The shimmering caves we cannot breach!

And lastly men do moan and sigh,
I cannot help but wonder why,
I wonder why my years are so few,
I hate how little I can do.

Our years on here are passing slow,
Now that down the black roads do we go,
Little does a Nazgul care, for passing hopes, or deep despair.
Perhaps in our quest to escape our fate, we thought of this a little late,
Perhaps we did not realize the darkness that we would despise,

Perhaps we did not feel the chill,

Perhaps we never truly will.

Perhaps for a moment we forgot,
The careful lessons our lives had taught,
And we did not grasp, we could not see,
The snow and its death song of silence.

The darker the secrets that we keep,
The harder it is to sit and weep
And the memories haunt us, awake and asleep

And we sing with the snow, in the silence.