What solace can be given when a close person
Is given the news – you’re going to die soon,
Where do the words come from that should comfort
Whatever is said it does not take away the deep hurt.

Warm words of comfort an arm around the shoulder
Releases the tears from the heart, you start to shudder
Then start to wonder about the whole death thing
Whatever solace is offered the pain is still there.

As each day that passes the cool shades
Move on stealthily, creeps in the dusk
As the air sways, darkness cascades,
The midnight hour approaches so watch.

Take the day and shake it clear of the mist
That forms when your eyes are full of tears
Looking for solace, you know there is none
The time will come when the lights go out.

Condolences are waiting on peoples’ lips
But the waiter of the final hour never hears
A single word nor do they wish to either
Accept my solace at this time it’s all I have.