In the stillness of the silent ward,
Where shadows dance with the fading light,
A guardian stands, steadfast and hard,
Through the endless hours of the night.

With hands that heal and eyes that see,
Past the veil of pain and fear,
The doctor offers silently,
A touch, a word, to bring us near.

Through sleepless nights and weary days,
The heart of a healer never rests,
For in each life, a hope conveys,
A promise kept, through every test.

Oh, noble soul, in white array,
Your strength and kindness ever bright,
In your care, we find our way,
Through darkest hours, to morning light.