[Intro]
[Instrumentation: staff voices hum the monitor motif before organ and floor tom enter]

[Verse 1]
June is waiting by the stand,
The hidden ledger in her hands.
Sofia parks her cleaning cart,
Hale arrives with coffee dark.
A porter from the loading bay
Adds Gabriel’s time beside the date.
Different uniforms, same floor,
Different keys, one splintered door.

[Pre-Chorus]
No stained glass throws coloured light,
The bulb swings pale above the night.
No sermon tells us what to do—
The book is open. So are we.

[Chorus]
We are saints without halos,
No gold above our heads.
We carry cups and cables,
We wash the living and the dead.
We are saints without halos—
No one should bleed to meet another’s need.

[Verse 2]
Page one begins in ninety-eight:
“Two wards closed, one nurse stayed late.”
Page twelve records a winter flu,
“Forty beds and staff of two.”
Page thirty has a child’s red star:
“Mother slept inside her car.”
Beside the losses, other lines:
“Cleaner stayed beyond her time.”
Small rebellions, ordinary things.

[Pre-Chorus]
No single hand can hold the ward,
No lone devotion pays the cost.
The book has taught what silence knows:
A saint alone is someone lost.

[Chorus]
We are saints without halos,
No gold above our heads.
We carry cups and cables,
We wash the living and the dead.
We are saints without halos—
No one should bleed to meet another’s need.

[Instrumental Break]
[Instrumentation: organ, guitar and floor tom play the monitor motif in unison]

[Ensemble Bridge: JUNE + SOFIA + HALE + MARA]
JUNE:
I wrote the first name after Rose,
A nurse who fainted, then resumed.

SOFIA:
I wrote the mould behind the wall,
The broken lock, the flooded room.

HALE:
I wrote the tests they moved ahead,
The warnings filed and left unread.

MARA:
Then write tonight without disguise:
Gabriel Reyes. Power failed. Staff denied.

[Build-up]
We raise no altar from the stone.
We make no throne from what we know.
We copy every page by hand,
Then carry truth where people stand.

[Final Chorus]
We are saints without halos,
But sainthood is not what we seek.
We need rested hands and safe rooms,
We need the right to say we’re weak.
We are saints without halos—
Care is a public guarantee.

[Outro]
[Instrumentation: unpolished staff voices repeat the final line without instruments]

Care is not a private miracle.
Care is what a world must keep.