04-06-2013, 07:56 AM
Terrible, but I missed yesterdays so have no excuse not to contribute today...
Florence Nightingale
Rows of beds on which they groan,
Legs in splint and stitches sewn
Cries out loud for something numbing -
The lady with the lamp is coming.
In the deep blue sky lit up with flares
And from the fields a thousand prayers
Away from war's incessant drumming -
The lady with the lamp is coming.
With a heart of gold in such dire times
She cares for all subject to crimes
When no-one else is quite so loving
The lady with the lamp is coming.
Though shells fall and men are running
When on drones the din of gunning
And all around are succumbing -
The lady with the lamp is coming.
Florence Nightingale
Rows of beds on which they groan,
Legs in splint and stitches sewn
Cries out loud for something numbing -
The lady with the lamp is coming.
In the deep blue sky lit up with flares
And from the fields a thousand prayers
Away from war's incessant drumming -
The lady with the lamp is coming.
With a heart of gold in such dire times
She cares for all subject to crimes
When no-one else is quite so loving
The lady with the lamp is coming.
Though shells fall and men are running
When on drones the din of gunning
And all around are succumbing -
The lady with the lamp is coming.
- Amy
(You wouldn't be surprised to know my parents did not christen me UnicornRainbowCake.)
(You wouldn't be surprised to know my parents did not christen me UnicornRainbowCake.)