Listening to your stories, woven by your words
I don’t have time for this, just tell me where it hurts
I may quickly “treat” it with my prescription
If it doesn’t become fine, there are some tests to run.

I am afraid, there is a job to do
It’s not that I don’t want to listen to you
I am scared that your words may reach deeper than my ears
And then I will not know what to do with my tears
I am trained enough to close my heart
I am terrified all this hurt can break it apart

So let’s just wrap this up till you visit once again
After all I am only trained to use my brain

Once upon a time I loved the world of stories, where I sometimes silently slip into;
Till someone scolds me to wake up, because there is so much work to do.