I’m gazing down upon the clouds wondering if I’ll see
a winding road, a forest green, a river running free
When Manwë sat up high like this with Varda by his side
what did he see, what thoughts did he, carry deep inside
In long forgotten days he had a brother fair and strong
But Melkor now no one recalls, in verse nor in song.

Melkor fell from power high, to darkness down below,
From being his brother, he went to being Manwë’s foe
Did he regret his foolishness, regret that dark crown?
Did he recall a time before the darkness came down?
Did he ever look upon the stars that Varda wrought
without feeling hate, and envy in his though?

Maybe these were thoughts deep in Manwë’s heart
Or maybe he already knew, each and every part
When looking down from his throne on Taniquetil high
With thoughts wondering, and seeing eagles fly
I’m gazing down upon the clouds wondering if I’ll see
a winding road, a forest green, a river running free

–Kristin Lindstrom a.k.a. Éowyn