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In the quiet room where time stands still,
Lies a weary soul, at the mercy of God’s will.
His body, once strong, now frail and thin,
Yet his spirit remains, trapped within.
Each day he prays, with a heavy sigh,
“Lord, I am ready, ready to fly.”
But the heavens remain silent, the stars just glow,
And he whispers softly, “Until tomorrow.”
Days turn into weeks, his strength starts to wane,
Yet each morning he wakes, to face life’s pain.
“Until tomorrow,” he whispers, as the day takes its toll,
A plea for release, that’s his only goal.
His family gathers, their hearts heavy with sorrow,
Yet he smiles and says, “We still have tomorrow.”
With each passing day, his life slowly fades,
Yet God remains silent, and death is delayed.
And then one day, under the morning’s soft glow,
He breathes his last, letting go of tomorrow.
His journey ends, his soul finally at peace,
God brings him home, his pains finally cease.
“Until tomorrow,” they echo, a tribute to his fight,
A testament to his courage, his eternal light.
In their hearts, his memory forever will borrow,
A piece of their love, until their own tomorrow.
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