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Ten years in the white coat, a doc with skill
Then the news, merciless, cold, and still
From savior to patient, a foreign beat
Thrown from the throne, a new race to meet

Old pressure fades, uncertainty takes hold
IV instead of scalpel, the bitter truth unfolds
But in weakness, new strength is found
A change in perspective, light has abound

White coat reflects, a stranger's gaze
The world upside down, a deep, dark haze
Instead of former dreams, survival's the plea
Naked despair, struggling to be free

In the mirror, a stranger where I once stood
IV instead of scalpel, now in my hood
Colleagues are the healers, whether I like it or not
Hope, fear, and tears, with each new knot

The path of my patients, now before me laid
Ice-cold fear, it unfolds, of what may invade
Am I strong enough, to face the end's call
Is my spirit ready, to give it its all

White coat reflects, a stranger's gaze
The world upside down, a deep, dark haze
Instead of former dreams, survival's the plea
Naked despair, struggling to be free

The sterile room, a cold, lonely space
Where echoes of laughter have lost their trace
Each beep and alarm, a chilling sound
As life's hourglass slowly turns around

But in the darkness, a flicker remains
A spark of hope, defying the chains
For even in the face of death's embrace
The human spirit finds its saving grace

Healing is so much more than medicine
Why haven't I seen this before, within
Doctor and patient, in fate entwined
Even though our worlds seem so unkind
In shared suffering, we both seek bliss
Sometimes only a candle remains, I confess
An open heart, a compassionate deed
Diagnosis, therapy, that's how we proceed
Now I heed every careless word each day
Glimmers of hope, reborn and then blurred

White coat reflects, a stranger's gaze
The world upside down, a deep, dark haze
No former dreams left, just survival's the plea
Naked despair, struggling to be free

The sterile room, a cold, lonely space
Where echoes of laughter have lost their trace
Each beep and alarm, a chilling sound
As life's hourglass slowly turns around

The sterile room, a cold, lonely space
Where echoes of laughter have lost their trace
Each beep and alarm, a chilling sound
As life's hourglass slowly turns around

But in the darkness, a flicker remains
A spark of hope, defying the chains
For even in the face of death's embrace
The human spirit finds its saving grace