A Healer


It is a cold world out there,
and there are many people going sick.
I do not want to leave this world
without making a difference to other precious lives.
I want this life I'm living to contain purpose,
purpose supported with love and compassion.
What is more compassionate than becoming a healer.
I want to be the best I can be,
at treating other's with care.
That is why I am 
dedicating this time,
to getting a medical degree.
I will be taught how to cure the sick
and how to save lives.
My dreams are rooted by love
because when someone else's happiness
becomes your happiness
that is love 
and that is what your meant to do.
I am destined to become a nurse. 


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