8 February 2013
Sitting by the surgery Hearing words like 'Clear!' and 'Stable!' I would save them all, my dear, If only I was able.
I've saved a few, let others die, I've watched some praise and others cry. I've seen them laugh and seen them weep, And oh, the benefits I reap...
But sitting here When it is you Listening Pray you'll pull through.
It's something else. Death, I may be, But sometimes I wish, I wasn't me.
Death's Plea • Opuss № I