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-the last battle-can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
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,
What is to come can hold no fears
You'd not 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 tme 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.