Here's a song I wrote when I was in hospital a few years back for an operation. I think I posted it one time, but here it is again anyway:

The Chestnut Ward
In the Chestnut Ward,
in the middle of the night,
propped up on your pillow
you wait till it gets light.
And though your body's aching,
you know that it's all right, in the Chestnut Ward,
in the middle of the night.

And over in the distance,
in a little pool of light,
there's a nurse, she'd busy writing
all that stuff they've got to write.
But you know that if you called her
she'd be right there by your side
and she'd tuck you in and give you stuff
to help you feel all right,
In the Chestnut Ward...

And all around me sleeping
are a bunch of broken men,
who came here to the Chestnut Ward
to get patched up again,
and we've talked all day about our lives
and the choices that we made,
and it's hard to believe we only
met each other yesterday.
In the Chestnut Ward...

Old men who fought, so long ago,
against the fall of night,
and one who went to prison,
for he wouldn't go to fight.
And one who had a comrade
who was killed by Uncle Sam -
and me, I was a baby then,
in a shelter, in a pram.

Well, it's something like a prison camp,
and something like a jail,
and all of us are frightened men,
though some are tough as nails.
And we all are tired and hopeful -
we're tired of all the pain,
and we're waiting till the morning
when we hope we'll walk again.
In the Chestnut Ward....

But they're closing down the Chestnut Ward,
that's what the papers say.
And the people who have helped us here
will go their separate ways.
There's a cheaper way to so it,
and the Chestnut Ward won't pay
when you're getting back to basics
in the modern kind of way.

Well the ones who'd close the Chestnut ward,
I'd cut them back to size.
I'd cut them into pieces,
along with all their lies.
And I'd leave them lying broken -
and I wouldn't even care.
Still, perhaps they might get mended -
if the Chestnut Ward's still there.

In the Chestnut Ward,
in the middle of the night,
propped up on your pillow
you wait till it gets light.
And though your body's aching,
you know that it's all right,
in the Chestnut Ward,
in the middle of the night.

And over in the distance,
in a little pool of light,
there's a nurse, she'd busy writing
all that stuff they've got to write.
But you know that if you called her
she'd be right there by your side
to tuck you in and give you stuff
to help you feel all right.

In the Chestnut Ward,
in the middle of the night,
propped up on your pillow
you wait till it gets light.
And though your body's aching,
you know that it's all right,
in the Chestnut Ward,
in the middle of the night.

II still think this should be up in the music section - there are people who never open up the BS threads. I call that a but silly, but it could mean friends not getting to know about this.)