In the quiet halls where whispers roam, A gentle hand, a guiding light, The doctor walks, never alone, Through the…
In the quiet of the sterile room, Where hope and fear both silently loom, A figure stands with steady hand,…
Within the sterile rooms so white, Where hope and pain do intertwine, There stands a figure, calm and bright, The…
In the quiet halls of healing light, Where whispers weave through the night, A doctor stands, with heart so bright,…