ROCK. Song Unbending Will.

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With steady hands I count supplies
In this basement turned to ward
Morning brings them one by one
Each face tells me what's in store
Simple tools and bandages
All I have to give them more

Young soldier, barely twenty-three
Brings his friend through my door
Pressure point and bandage wrap
While he paces on the floor
"Stay with me," I tell them both
As sirens sound once more

Every bandage tells a story
Every patient leaves a mark
In these halls of hope and healing
Where we mend what falls apart
This is where I stand my ground
This is where we make our start

Old man from the market square
Shrapnel tore his world away
Holds my hand and speaks of peace
How he walked there yesterday
Now I clean each ragged wound
While his grandson starts to pray

Mother carries child inside
Running from the morning raid
Split lip and a broken arm
But her spirit's not afraid
"Sing to her," I softly say
As the thunder starts to fade

Every bandage tells a story
Every patient leaves a mark
In these halls of hope and healing
Where we mend what falls apart
This is where I stand my ground
This is where we make our start

Some nights I can barely breathe
When the ward fills up again
But these hands won't ever shake
When my people need my aid
We rise up and carry on
Through the darkness and the pain
Till the morning comes again
Till we see them home again

Teacher from the local school
Saved three kids from burning glass
Now she lies here, barely still
While the minutes slowly pass
"Tell them that I did my best"
"You can tell them that yourself"

Two sisters found beneath the stones
Holding tight through dust and fear
One awake and one asleep
Whispered prayers in my ear
"Keep her safe," the first one begs
"Both of you are staying here"

Every bandage tells a story
Every patient leaves a mark
In these halls of hope and healing
Where we mend what falls apart
This is where I stand my ground
This is where we make our start

Morning brings the sunrise now
Through our cracked but standing walls
Some we saved and some we lost
But we answered every call
In this place of broken things
We make heroes of them all

Every bandage tells a story
Every patient leaves a mark
In these halls of hope and healing
Where we mend what falls apart
This is where I stand my ground
This is where we make our start