The corridors lie dark and desolate before me as I take my shift As I approach my station there seems a cognitive rift between reality and dream The stillness of the night, a precursor to the panic and fright The omnipresence of a struggle yet to be fought Yet I must remain vigilant Remember all that I was taught
Oh my teacher within the classroom Why did you not warn us, impending doom Ephedrine, Morphine and such Why at the critical moment, we must remember so much Gurneys come and go with speed At the touch if a button, we decide what they need
Eyes vacant, without a stare, Barely conscious without a care It is our prerogative to give a damn, care and fulfill For it is not a diagnosis, not only a pill
A caring hand A loving touch Giving to those that need What they crave so much What are we but the givers of truth? As far as man is concerned, we are not givers of youth
Expectations, burdened on our mind Analysis our function, we shall seek and we shall find You taught us well in the art of finding Teach us well how to live with this our childhood minding
A young girl, life slipping away Hemoglobin gone totally awry Young gift of life gone astray Good day- but doctor will see you anyway
Lives are at stake within any given time An incorrect prognosis ' a lifetime crime To hold a hand and to make things well To say more than time will tell
There are more things we have strived for I, myself am at the core I give what I can with the things I've got I try to make plans with things I have not Those people, touch, care in hand They need someone to understand All the hope within the tools that I need I am not alone I am only one of many, please understand my grounds This is my plea; understand me for once and all I am only one fulfilling my call.
