In corridors where whispers dwell, They move with grace in quiet stride, With gentle touch, their stories tell, Of battles…
In the quiet halls where whispers fade, They walk with purpose, unafraid. A gentle touch, a soothing word, Their silent…
In the quiet halls, they tread with gentle grace, Their hearts a beacon, in this sacred place. With hands that…
In the quiet halls of healing, Where whispers of hope reside, Nurses tread with tender steps, Their hearts an open…
In sterile halls, where whispers reside, A figure moves with grace and pride, Guardians of healing, silent and strong, Their…
In halls of hope, where whispers weave, Nurses tread with hearts that cleave. Through nights so long and days so…
With hands that mend and hearts that care, They tread through halls of silent prayer, Their watchful eyes, a light…