Sweep by Frances Doherty / Your big sister Frances

If It Should Be

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,
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,
this time has come to let me go.

Take me to where my needs they’ll tend,
and please stay with me to 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 me
although my tail its last has waved
from pain and suffering I have been saved.

Please do not grieve it must be you
who has this painful thing to do
we’ve been close we two for years
don’t let your heart hold back the tears.

 

I love forever,