Working as a junior nurse
In the early 80's
At the royal victoria infirmary
You would see them very often
In the hours shortly after they had passed away
There was one gentleman
Walked on by, smile beaming
Though I knew him gravely ill
Confined to bed
I'd soon learn was in fact hours dead

Black lights
Lolling in the distance
I have seen the flowers of another country
Black lights
Blooming in the doorway
Petals unfold around me

I remember her like yesterday
The most very poorly lady
A single mother
In her early forties
Her cubicle was filled with pretty flowers
When she had succumbed we rested one upon her breast
The porter came
And threw it down
Trampling the bell
Underfoot
Only minutes later an almighty sound
The whole bay full of roses strewn about

Black lights
Lolling in the distance
I have seen the flowers of another country
Black lights
Blooming in the doorway
Petals unfold around me

Black lights
Lolling in the distance
I have seen the flowers of another country
Black lights
Blooming in the doorway
Petals unfold around me