The Last Battle
If it should be that I grow frail and weak and pain should keep me from my sleep
Then you must do what must be done
For this the last battle can’t be won.
You will be sad I understand
don’t let grief then stay your hand
For on this day more than rest
Your Love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years
what is to come can hold no fears
You’d not want me to suffer,
so when the time comes, please let me go.
Take me to where my needs they’ll tend
only stay with me til 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
Although my tail it’s last has waved
from pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don’t grieve that it must be you
who has to decide this thing to do
We’ve been so close we two these years
don’t let your heart hold any tears.
I will never forget you Bowie...
Love,
| Bowie |
| 19, Jan 2007 |
| Suzanne Bitel |