Friend of The Berror

Onto the platform and onto the ferry,
the guid that i have will soon be unbarried.
The calls that i hear are getting to near.
My wanting for the "precious" will not disappear.
I tryed to help him, but he pulled away.
He'll be sorry when he hears me say...
"It's mine. My own. My Precious."

I followed him throug the Shire,
and wasthere for him everyday.
All he does is treat me bad and now he must pay.
I starve myself, dehydrate myself, and i do it all in his part.
I worked for him,loved him, and trusted him with all my heart.
Beneath my clothes and flesh filled skin is lies,want,and deseat.
The wanting for the ring is all i have to beat.
And if i cannot beat the want he will hear me say...
"Its mine. My own. My Precious."