“Above the Clouds” by James Warren

If It Should Be


If it should be 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, so let me go.


Take me where my needs they’ll tend,

And please stay with me until the end,

Hold me firm and speak to me,

Until my eyes no longer see.


I know in time that you will see,

The kindness that you did for me.

Although my tail its last has flagged,

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, in all these years,

Don’t let your fears hold back its tears.

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