Stick by me old friend,
until the end.
My companion until this is over.
My one true soldier.
By my side day and night.
You are not the fright.
You will not catch me when I fall.
You will not comfort me at all.
You will not carry me when I can’t walk.
You will not speak for me when I can’t talk.
You will not laugh with me.
Nor will you cry when I cry. You will let me be.
Beside me always. Watching – waiting;
anticipating.
An end will come. When, how? Only the creator knows.
Until then, I will continue to grow.
Live my life the best that I can.
In this world, I will stand.
I don’t have to look over my shoulder to know where you are.
Though you never speak, I know you are not far.
I am never truly alone. You are always by my side.
You are always along for the ride.
Am I afraid of you? Not really.
It’s the cause that will be a dilly.
But I know you will be holding one hand.
When it’s all over; into your arms, I will command.
My soul you will carry home.
My body; upon this earth, will no more roam.
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