If it should be that i grow frail and week and pain should keep me from sleep,
Then will you do what must be done, for this - the last battle cant be won.
You will be sad I understand,but don`t let grief then slay your hand,
For on this day,more than the rest,your love and the friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy tears,you woulden`t want me suffer so.
When the time comes please,let me go.
Take me where to my needs they`ll tend,only stay with me till the end
and hold me firm and speak to me untill my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree it is 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 deside this thing to do.
We`ve been close - we to in these years,don`t let your harth hold any tears.
