If It Should Be...
If it should be that I grow frail and weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle cannot be won.
You will be sad - I understand,
But then don't grief let stay your hand,
For this day more than all the rest,
Your love and
friendship stands the test.
We've had so many happy years,
What is to come holds no fears.
Take me where my needs they'll tend,
Only stay with me
until the end
Hold me close and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you too will see
It is a kindness
that you do for me
Although my tail it's last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Don't grieve so that it must be you
Who has decided
this thing to do
We've been so close we two these years
Don't let your heart hold any tears.