In the quiet halls where whispers flow, Nurses move with gentle grace, Their hands weave tales of care and hope,…
In the quiet halls where whispers blend, Stand the guardians, hearts to mend. With gentle hands and steady grace, They…
In the quiet halls where whispers blend, A guardian’s touch begins to mend. With gentle hands and knowing eyes, They…
In the quiet corridors, where whispers dwell, Nurses weave their magic, tales they tell. With gentle hands and hearts so…
In the quiet halls where shadows dance, You stand, unwavering, in every circumstance. With hands that heal and hearts that…
In halls of healing, where whispers mend, Nurses tread, with hearts to lend. Through nights so long, and days so…