The Doctor's Muse

A dying baby, a wailing mother A lost cause, a troubled father A failing heart yet all efforts seem to falter Death smiles ; Another soul for the taking A man is summoned to practice knowledge A man of dust to whom healing is a calling A baby smiles, a laughing mother Destined for greatness, a happy father A strong heart ; an offspring of healing Death frowns; the Doctor's Muse A young man's dreams hangs in the balance His own body refuses to take any chance Blood fails to flow to its resting place; these channels of hers have seen brighter days A man is summoned to pave a way A man of knowledge to whom healing is a duty A young man's dreams are his for the taking His body ever ready if Ambition comes calling Blood sails peacefully to her resting place; these channels of hers are poised for the journey Ambition smiles; the Doctor's Muse