By Andrew Watson
I. Diagnosis
Words that bear a heavy burden;
In shambles, they did leave me.
Hands of hope, torch burning bright;
From anguish they did lead.
II. Treatment
As darkness knocks, the body fights;
All wars cannot be won.
To restore the body mind and soul;
Healing hands to make me one.
III. Death
The time has come, life wears thin;
from tired lips, a final gasp.
My hand in yours, our journey done;
Carried here, to comfort last.
