The Winds of Shire

It doesnt take much to set me off
For the path that I have trotted on
And the lanes where I spent my days
Have left me scarred and worn

The companions I had are now a distant memory
For now I wonder whether do they still remember me
Faces I remember, and more so the memories
The path though shall always be broken

When I look around the corner,
I see a lamp post,
Beneath its monochromatic light my friend you stand
Its time to bid adieu and hold you one more time
For you shall wonder whether I am gone forever....