In moments where the world seems to halt,
Calmness is the balm for panic’s assault.
With steady hands and hearts that care,
We mend the wounds of sudden despair.

Knowledge is the light in chaotic night,
Guiding actions, making wrongs right.
Wrapped in bandages, hope is unfurled,
First aid becomes a bridge to another world.

Each compression, a beat of life’s song,
Breathing hope where it doesn’t belong.
In the echoes of care, we find our call,
To rise and steady those who fall.

In every heartbeat, a story begins,
Of courage woven with gentle spins.
First aid, a promise in whispered prayer,
A testament that we are always there.