In halls of hope, where whispers weave,
Nurses tread with hearts that cleave.
Through nights so long and days so bright,
They stand as beacons in the fight.

With tender hands and spirits strong,
They mend the wounds where pain belongs.
Their smiles a balm, their words a song,
In every room, they right the wrong.

Through tears and trials, they endure,
Their presence steady, calm, and pure.
In every heartbeat, they invest,
A silent prayer for every guest.

Oh, nurses brave, with grace you shine,
A lifeline in the harshest clime.
Your noble deeds, a guiding light,
In every soul, you reignite.