The Last Battle

If it should be that I grow weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done?
For this - the last battle - might be won.

I still don’t understand,
Why you won’t take my hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.

Please stay with me until the end.
And hold me firm and speak to me,
I know in time you will agree,
It is the kindness you do for me.

Pain and suffering, I must be saved.
That is why my white flag has been waved
But know, it must be you,
Who has to decide the thing to do;

We've been so close - we two - these years,
Don't let your heart hold my tears.
We have had many happy years,
Do you really want me to suffer so?

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Wow, I love it! You should just talk poetically, wouldn't that be great? Like, "Hey, how are you?" and you respond with a poem?

Thats lovely =]

Good Job.