Healing hands and hardened hearts


Just a number on the board
A signature on a record
Ink blots and head nods
Understanding left at the door
But what's that?
Suddenly the number is breathing
The signature writhing
Her daughter crying
The cancer they were never fully advised of thriving!
One life ending
Others changing and changed forever
But what's that?
Let me get that picture
This case may catapult my career
Tell me now
About the paradox of healing hands
And hardened hearts

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