In the quiet halls of healing,
Where whispers of hope reside,
Nurses tread with tender steps,
Their hearts an open guide.

Through shadows of uncertainty,
They stand, a beacon bright,
With every word of comfort,
They bring the dawn from night.

The hands that bind our wounds,
The smiles that ease our fears,
In every silent vigil,
They wipe away our tears.

O guardians of the heart,
In scrubs of white and blue,
Your strength, our greatest solace,
Our endless gratitude to you.