What he wanted
Is a legacy of love.
Our heads haunted…
He approaches eternity above.
Eyes of pain, doubt, guilt…
But lives touched by love,
Desperately wanting to show love
To a man who built, but now wilts.
Is it what he would want?
Is it what we would want?
We want him, please…
But we want him at ease.
How do we know?
No instructions left to us.
How do we know?
Our patriarch depends on us.
We, a family, must decide.
Each of us knowing,
Each of us showing,
How we know what he'd decide.
Time is up,
Our decisions made.
How he approaches the end
And how his legacy is laid.