If it should be
If
it should be that I grow 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,
Don't let your
grief then stay your hand,
For this day more
than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand
the test.
We've
had so many happy years,
What is to come
can hold no fears,
You'd not want me to suffer
so,
The time has come, please let me go.
Take
me where my need they'll tend,
And please
stay with me until the end,
I know in time
that you will see,
The kindness that you did for
me,
Although my tail its last has waved,
From
pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please
do not grieve, it must be you
Who had this
painful thing to do,
We've been so close, we two,
these years,
Don't let your heart hold back
its tears.
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