I fear not death,
More than any other,
Trial, ordeal, pain of life,
But it has made me weak.

I do not stretch,
To cling with such,
Desperate, frantic fingers,
To a life I could do without.

But I do fear,
That if I am careless,
My departure will break,
My friends beyond hope.

And I have promised,
Not to hurt them,
Anymore.