Howard Shore Gilraen's Memorial
Little boy, little one
Night is falling
Come into my arms
Let me hold you safe
But still you run
Through the twilight,
Lost in your play
Slaying demons in the shadows
Little boy, little one,
Full of grace full of joy,
Oh, my heart will break,
For I see in your eyes:
You are your father’s son,
Not your mother’s child.
