In sterile halls where whispers flow,
A doctorâs hands bring healing glow,
With every touch, with every care,
They mend the broken, lift despair.
Beneath the lights so cold and bright,
They battle on through day and night,
With steady gaze and heart so true,
They fight for life, for me, for you.
In moments dark, when hope seems frail,
Their strength and knowledge never fail,
With gentle words and soothing voice,
They help our hearts to once rejoice.
A silent guardian, ever near,
They face our pain, they calm our fear,
In every wound and every scar,
A doctor’s love shines like a star.