Lamplight

Lamplight 

The hospitals full of sick and dying
Fear stalks corridors, enters ward
Shortness of breath and sighing
Wounded cut down by this sword

In this valley of death, come nurses
Care and comfort to each bed
Bring succour where there are curses
To the last breath, the fallen dead

A raging epidemic in this great city
Tired, worn out, they hold the line
Plague knows no boundary, no pity
But still brightly do they shine

Lamplight: spirit of Florence Nightingale
Bowed but not broken, never fail