I WATCH ON PAINFULLY,
AS HIS EYES ARE GROWING DIM,
THERE JUST APPEARS TO BE,
A SHADOW OF WHAT WAS HIM.
YET INSIDE HIM RAGE A FIRE,
WITH EMBERS BURNING BRIGHT,
IT'S HIS KIND AND GENTLE SPIRIT,
FULL OF ALL THAT'S GOOD AND RIGHT.
AND I AM TORN IN TWO,
BY THIS TRAGEDY I SEE,
TO SELFISHLY HOPE FOR ONE MORE DAY,
OR THAT HIS PAIN WILL SET HIM FREE.
AND WHEN I SEE HIS LOVING FACE,
I CANNOT HELP BUT CRY,
I KNOW SOMEDAY HE'LL LEAVE US,
BUT I'M NOT READY TO SAY GOOD-BYE.
AND THOUGH I'LL NEVER ACCEPT,
HIS PRECIOUS LIFE'S RELEASE,
DEAR GOD, WHEN HE TAKES YOUR HAND,
PLEASE LET HIM GO IN PEACE.
BY: CHRIS WOOLNOUGH