My job is to heal
But some are beyond help
They scream and the fight
Their eyes filled with fright
I force them to sit
I strap them down- they can no longer resist
They yell and holler
They shout for their mother, their father
But it is only I that hear
It is I that dries their tears
And as I ready my scalpel, my knife
I wish them good night
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