Labels and number signs everywhere
Smells of disinfectant fill the air
Sounds of gentle assurance and care
Wheels squeak, people whisper, machines beep
Behind the doors hearts ache and weep
Tubes and things decorate the beds
As screens show numbers in greens and reds
Nurses move briskly in spotless white
Patients on beds as they bravely fight
Whatever the sickness, whatever the pain
Needles and pills, again and again
Families gather around a loved one
Crying inside as their hearts weigh a ton
The walls hear prayers never more sincere
A child holds mum's trembling hand in fear
Feverish, faint, fuddled and frail
Eyes ringed with shadows and faces pale
Threatened by Death's gruesome face
Only cured by medicine and saved by grace