I watch with him day and nite,
Only to hear him cry out.
Why me! Why me ! His cry.
The confusion of life is almost gone,
While the confusion of death nears.
I go to his bed to hold his hand,
Only to see fear in his young eyes.
Knowing that death draws nearer,
With each passing day.
I wonder, as the days past, will it be today,
Or will it be tomorrow.
One nite I awoke with his cry,
Only this time, it was in my heart.
I went to his bedside again,
There he layed so still,
For the confusion of death had took him.
My Son! My Son! I cryed out.