I made my rounds 

At the oncology floor 

Of our local hospital 

Operating on my free time 

And my heart open 

To those that would 

Welcome me into their rooms 

And a glance into a strangers life 

I saw many things 

But one stood out 

From all the faces

The face of hope 

It was written on their beds 

It was written on their family 

It was written on them 

Hope was always there 

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