Not fair

Sometimes life hits you hard,
it throws you a curve ball
that knocks the breath out of you.
Sometimes you can see
the future on the horizon
before it gets close to hitting.

Holding my breath,
fighting back the tears
as you tell me what I've known is coming,
saw it coming for months,
but it still hit me like a wrecking ball
as you told me "It's almost time"

Not ready to let go,
I knew you couldn't stay forever
but it's not fair that it's so soon.
You tell me that you're tired,
and go on about your final will.

And I try not to beg you not to go on
because I childishly think
that if you don't say it then it's not true
but I sat and listened quietly
telling you it's ok,
not to worry, I 'm ok and love you.

You tell me it's time to be strong,
that you'll never leave me
even when the time comes to let go.
I choke up as I tell you
that it's not time to worry about me
and no matter what
you're always living in my heart.

Thought you'd see me dressed in white,
holding my hand down the aisle,
thought you'd be with me much longer,
not ready to face this yet
and yet I can't tell you not to leave.

You've been like a father to me
and it's going to break my heart,
keep whispering please don't leave me
while I tell you it's ok,
I know you're tired and fought hard.

Not fair that the end is coming up
and there's no cure to be found.