Hospital Blues

Sitting in the waiting room
The quiet, sombre waiting room
Looking at the growing crowd
As they look back at me

What is going through their mind
Is it the same thing as mine
Anxiousness, uneasiness
Or something we all dread

Waiting on the tests of hope
For answers, to give life some scope
Or maybe, if the other way
Will have to make the most of every day

Nurse appears, clipboard in hand
Calls my name, her voice so grand
Crowd glances up, some smile in cheer
As I walk into unknown near

I step into foreign land
Will I step back out a living man
Or has it been cut short, drained away
Doctor's voice drones on, I start to pray