Your Fight Will Not Be Long - The Wooden Sky

When the doctor came to see us

He said your fight will not be long

And thought it pains me so to say it

It’s seldom that I’m wrong

My name and my position

They hang proudly on my wall

And I hated him for being here

I wished that he would go

But I just sat there unaffected

You know I’d been brought up right

And I stayed that way for three whole weeks

They came for you one night

And in the darkness of November

Although I could hardly see

I swear I saw Saint Peter offer you relief

You just went to him in silence

Those doctors had been wrong

Yes time had left some marks on you

Tonight all that is gone

As you moved towards the doorway

Oh I begged you not to leave

But your tired lips said nothing

Your eyes shone with relief

And all at once it came to me

And I fell down on my knees

See every man must build a life

And someday watch it leave