In the quiet halls where whispers roam,
A gentle hand, a guiding light,
The doctor walks, never alone,
Through the night into the bright.
With every heartbeat, every sigh,
Stories unfold in their eyes,
A silent promise, never a lie,
To mend the soul beneath the skies.
Amidst the chaos, steady and sure,
A healer’s touch, calm and pure,
In healing art, they find the cure,
In every journey, strength endures.
Through shadows deep, they bravely tread,
Where hope and healing gently spread,
In their hands, life’s fragile thread,
A doctorâs heart, forever led.