I used to think I'd be saving lives.
But the truth hits me hard and I realize,
Some sickness is impossible to cure,
And promises of wholeness just a lure.
I make every effort often in vain
To send you back home better than you came.
But to prolong life often means to suffer.
So I have another gift that I can offer.
I can be your escort to death;
Be a witness to your last breath.
I will guide you on your final journey.
Give you comfort and numb your hurting.
Don't be afraid, you won't be alone,
For I am watching over you as one of my own.
I stop my tears til I can release them later.
I'll walk you to the doorway. I am the gatekeeper.
Sep 24, 2021
Sep 24, 2021 at 12:52 AM UTC
I used to think I'd be saving lives.
But the truth hits me hard and I realize,
Some sickness is impossible to cure,
And promises of wholeness just a lure.
I make every effort often in vain
To send you back home better than you came.
But to prolong life often means to suffer.
So I have another gift that I can offer.
I can be your escort to death;
Be a witness to your last breath.
I will guide you on your final journey.
Give you comfort and numb your hurting.
Don't be afraid, you won't be alone,
For I am watching over you as one of my own.
I stop my tears til I can release them later.
I'll walk you to the doorway. I am the gatekeeper.
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