In the quiet halls where whispers echo,
A gentle hand soothes the weary soul.
With eyes that see beyond the veil,
A doctor’s touch makes the broken whole.

Through sleepless nights and endless days,
They walk the path of healing grace.
With every heartbeat, they understand,
The fragile life held in their hands.

Beneath the mask, a weary smile,
Yet courage drives each careful mile.
In battles fought with unseen foes,
Their strength and wisdom brightly glow.

For every life they strive to mend,
A promise kept, a vow they send.
The silent heroes, in white coats clad,
Bring hope to hearts that once were sad.