Will you lie with me, my darlings,
On my day of final days?
While my foggy mind imagining,
Sees your children still at play,
Like embers of smoldering paper,
When warmth of life begins to fade,
Will I feel your fingers touching,
Will I hear you as we pray?
When my final breath draws near,
Like wilted flowers near their end,
Will you hold my hand with love,
Will your teardrops wet my skin?
I will smile if I am able,
At the memories I hold dear,
For the joy you have brought me,
As the angels cleanse my fear.
