So sullen, the voice
His final choice
From this pain to be free
Contentment in his eyes, I see
No longer seeking life
Awaiting an end to this strife
A final breath
Embracing his death
From the bedside, I slowly rise
Shaken, I close his eyes
A final prayer said
Resigned, I leave from his bed
Already prepared for this day
Slowly I walk down this lonely hallway
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