Head held high I walk through the halls, I am who I am.
Tired but proud, in this place I am small, I am who I am.
Monitors beep while sick children sleep, I listen carefully.
For words of wisdom from the lonesome, I listen carefully.
The blood on the floor recieved no cure, I am stunned.
I head to the door because there is nothing more, I am stunned.
"Hold your head up" you say, this is your domain, I am quiet.
"We all lose one, that's why you were chosen", I am quiet.
This job is a baffle, but I try to be helpful, I am who I am.
Though these callouses grow in number, I become stronger, I am who I am.