In the quiet hum of city streets,
A whisper travels from heart to heart,
Carrying tales of shared defeat,
Yet dreams of healing play their part.

Across the oceans, a silent plea,
For hands that heal and minds that care,
Bound by hope, though far we be,
In unity, our burdens share.

The fragile threads of global health,
Weave stories of both loss and gain,
In every struggle, lies the wealth,
Of lessons learned in joy and pain.

Together we rise, with vision clear,
Towards a world where all can thrive,
Through empathy and voices near,
We’ll keep the fragile hope alive.