The Importance of my Goodbye.

What do you see? Do you pity me?

Your eyes say it all, don't lie

Can you feel my pain? Over and over again?

Looking at me, does a piece of you die.

Well, this is true, that's not what I want from you

Your pity, it's powerless

I need your trust, to understand - you must

For, to you, I will confess ..

Please, all I want is a new life for him

for he's been dealt the same hand as I 

Please, educate and protect his every limb

and promise to tell him the importance of my goodbye ..

Of my goodbye, you'll hear my cry

although, honoured - I will be

with the knowing, a silent showing

that my sacrifice, has set him free

And one day, I'll be able to say -

to to a strong man, head held high

said with no pretence, just a proud confidence

the importance of my goodbye.