If It Should Be

by: Author Unknown,

If it should 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 can’t be won.
You will be sad I understand,

but don’t let 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 please let me go.
Take me to where my needs they’ll tend,

and please stay with me till the end,

hold me firm and speak to me,

until my eyes no longer see.
Please do not grieve it must be you,

who has this painful thing to do,

we’ve been so close we two these years,

don’t let your heart hold back the tears.