Uncertainty brandishes its own blade of steel, yet certainty, has a way in which to heal. Either way, it all comes just the same. 

If I were to be no more,
what would you do,
what would you say?
If my time had come,
and my day be done
would you,
could you still pray?

For these are my thoughts,
These are my fears
And they haunt me everyday.
I long so much to be by your side,
To hold your hand, to make you smile.
but the night is calling my name,
and now it is time for me,
alas time for me to say goodbye.

So, pray tell,
If this were true of today,
Could you bid my soul its leave?
Or would you cry and plead me to stay?

Answer me now, and do so quick,
As the hands of time, continue to click.
For I hear the night, that calls my name.
Tell me now, that I may know.
Answer me, so that I may lay peace to my soul,
For the night is calling my name......
J. Allen Wilson © 2003