Susan Gibson - Compassionate Combat

You're used to giving
Did you hear a call or were you driven
To service your whole life
Do ya put yourself in danger
Do ya risk it all to help a stranger
Well the nurses don't think twice

And We ask so much of you
Leave your families and your homes
For the work you gotta do
You are the miracle, the gift
Pulling 18 hour shifts
Of Compassionate combat
How do you thank someone for that?

You get to your task
An angel in a homemade mask
You tape your picture on your gown
Machines for ventilation
Humans beings need more than just medication
There's no sign of slowing down

And we ask too much of you
You are a marvelous machine
You got your bedside manners too
You are the miracle, the gift

Pulling 20 hour shifts
Of compassionate combat
How do you thank someone for that?

Out there on the front lines,
Can you feel that we're behind you
We'll take every opportunity we can just to remind you
We see you, and we love you
And we need you So Thank you

We're gonna ask too much of you
Hold our hand as we let go or
Hang on and pull us through
You are the miracle, the gift
In every single shift
Of compassionate combat
You can thank a nurse for that

Written by:
Susan Gibson

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