If we divide the world into nurses and patients I am a born nurse And you are a born patient I am in a pa**ion of taking care of you And you demand constant unremitting attention We found each other Your ailments increase in scope and complexity As I struggle to keep you well Finding cures, solutions to your problems Your needs are a mountain And I am a an ant Moving it grain by grain I daren't stop for a moment How to keep you alive my darling when life seems to have cheated you Rewarding you only with troubles galore In your view that is somehow all my fault I am supposed to make it up to you You see me as one of the lucky ones Who had been given everything in life Looks Lovers Success And luck My luck, angel Is only to have found you The large demanding child I adore The child of the world I worship The child of myself I care for My sweet pain The more I give the more you demand I can never do enough, I know Failure, failure Still, I am grateful for a way to be useful in life Thank you for that supreme gift To me you are a radiant being I am honoured to serve Nurse has found the perfect patient Patient the perfect nurse And care will be unrelenting Both parties agree There will be no cure