All that is gold does not gliter, (Not everything is as it appears)
Not all who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither, (Stay true to yourself and you will prevail)
Deep roots are not reached by frost

From ashes a fire shall be woken, (You will regain your will and strength)
A light from the shadows shall spring; (You will emerge from the darkness.) 
Renewed shall be blade that was broken, (You will no longer feel broken on the inside.)

The crownless again shall be king. (It gets better.)