With trepidation I wait
Better too soon
than way too late
Asking answers of unskilled sight
Maybe so
Maybe tonight
Indecision holds me fast
Supportive heart
as he breathes his last
But will my service be enough
to smooth the edges
of the emotional rough?
Will I be able to be a guide
through the darkness
with my brilliant light?
Will it be enough to attend
the final hour
the welcomed end?
