Mishaal Shah

05/03/11
Florence the Saviour
Not a spot of blood could I bear to see,
Why are they to bear the pain?
It should have been me.
It should have been me walking down
the heavens’ lane.

Their solemn sad serious faces,

Are buried in the bed.
If only they had taken those extra paces,
I wouldn’t have seen this bloody red.

I can hold their hand,

And bandage their wound.
The rest is Gods’ work to turn the hour glass
And topple over all the sand.
I sing to them in comfort, in a
Sweet and soothing sound.

Their cruel wounds keep screaming,

But don’t worry I’m there.
The light on me keeps beaming,
I’m a God sent gift over here.

Seeing you in despair,

Makes my eyes a sea of tears.
Though I am a woman, I will bear,
And overcome my fears.

I am there for you,

To be your backbone.
I hope you see that too,
With your deep moan.

I’ll try me very best,

To save you from the bloody blood.
I cannot control the rest.
I am your flower bud.