Weeping

Hear I am weeping contemplating life 

Things were done, and shall be done

My children, my wife

The friend you are to me, I shouldn't be afraid...

Maybe the time will tarry?

But I will not be a slave. 

To fall at the last hurdle 

Although it maybe high

Chosen to give my life to you...

So, hear I am.

I cry

How hard was it to say those words, Man, I must be dumb

To face the fate, with open arms:

Your will, not mine, be done.