In quiet halls where whispers roam,
The healer walks, a steady guide,
With gentle hands, they mend and sew,
The fabric of life, with care and pride.

Beneath the glow of sterile lights,
They chase away the shadows near,
A guardian of the broken dreams,
With every word, they calm the fear.

Through sleepless nights and endless days,
Their spirit shines with hope and grace,
A beacon in the stormy seas,
A healing touch in every place.

So here’s to those in white and blue,
The silent healers, brave and true,
With hearts that hold the world anew,
In every life, a chance to renew.