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 wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
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.
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.
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do.
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
