When go to work I can’t cry
I have a job to do, a hard job,
A job that might save a life
And when I go home I can’t cry
Nobody understands what it’s like
To crack your heart open night after night
To watch them die without dignity
While chaos storms around them
Laid out on a board
Under the bright lights
The futility I face
The burden
The hopeless case
The truth of how fragile we are
Most people look away
But I stare death in the face
And night after night
I crack my heart open
