You’re standing there while her body bleeds,
Desperation in her eyes,
You’ve made up your mind how you should proceed,
Just send her home to die.
A diagnosis of which you haven’t a clue,
The stigma that you attach,
Just be thankful it isn’t you,
Because you’d never cope with that!!
Hours to stitch and staple each cut,
You seem surprised to find,
You look as if to say “Shut up!”
As if it’s all in her mind.
I see by your face you’re standing by,
The decision you’ve already made,
You can stand but so will I,
For I know what price will be paid.
“We’ve got no beds” and that may be true,
But there will be a free bed somewhere,
A phonecall is all you have to do,
Please make that call if you care.
You stand to go but I won’t move,
I look you straight in the eye,
I know the point that you’re trying to prove,
Help her?… You won’t even try!
You look at me, I look at you,
You’re the first who looks away,
I know what it is you have to do,
And I’ll sit right here all day!
I look at her, clothes stained in blood,
“Does she look safe to go home??”
She can feel her heart begin to thud,
Your judgement I will not condone.
You retreat to make another call,
‘Cause you see I’m not going to move,
I’ve told you I am not happy at all,
And my point I’ll continue to prove.
There’s a reason why I’m standing strong,
It’s a reason that you’ll never see,
It’s with you the doubt and the shame belong,
Not with her or with me!!