I remember the good time’s,
Then I look at the ring and cry.
I listen to gollum as he whines,
As I listen I wonder why.
I wonder why i was chosen,
Why I was chosen to carry this burden.
I wish the ring had not come to me,
But i guess it was meant to be.
Fate had chosen me,
This is the way it has to be.
I feel the ring draining me,
I can feel the evil pulling me.
With a heavy sigh I feel the ring.
It was meant to be.