The Last Battle |
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If it should be that I grow frail and weak |
And pain should keep me from my sleep, |
Then will you do what must be done, |
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won. |
You will be sad I understand, |
But don't let grief then stay your hand, |
For on this day, more than the rest, |
Your love and friendship must stand the test. |
We have had so many happy years, |
You wouldn't want me to suffer so. |
When the time comes, please, let me go. |
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend, |
Only, stay with me till the end |
And hold me firm and speak to me |
Until my eyes no longer see. |
I know in time you will agree |
It is a kindness you do to me. |
Although my tail its last has waved, |
From pain and suffering I have been saved. |
Don't grieve that it must be you |
Who has to decide this thing to do; |
We've been so close -- we two -- these years, |
Don't let your heart hold any tears. |
