Waiting for Pain

When my day of pain will come

I pray i can withstand,

the burden of my sorrows peak,

a heart of sinking sand.

When my day of pain will come,

I wonder how I'll cope.

A loved one's passing, I can't say

who I'd be without hope.

When my day of pain will come,

I'll try to be prepared;

thinking through their early pull

in hopes that I will bear.

When my day of pain will come,

suddenly as a storm,

all my fears will come to be

the one thing I ignored.