If he comes
Death can suck my thumb
My body’s broke
But my soul can pump iron
Watch me keep a smile
While my world crumbles
Hopeful, but I’m not thick
My pain is not unique
The bell will clang
And I should hang his coat
We’ll feast on lamb
Delicious honey puffs
And he’ll proclaim
You’ve been a good man, but…
Illness maims
And I deserve a cut
Been here for a while
I’m not selfish
If he wants me now, well
He can have me
I’m not afraid