Corridors Full of Souls

“Corridors Full of Souls”
Verse 1
Public hospital, doors never close,
Pain brings the rich and the poor, heaven knows.
They don’t ask where you’re from, don’t care your name,
Just another heartbeat in a life-or-death game.
Corridors full of bodies, lying on the floor,
From Poland, from the States, from a hundred lands or more.
Pain speaks one language, it don’t need a flag,
We’re all the same color when hope’s in a bag.
Chorus
This is corridor blues, where the night is long,
Some walk out healed, some are gone by dawn.
They help everyone here, though the place is torn,
But insurance, my brother… that’s a different storm.
Verse 2
They said “Check the reviews before you travel away”,
Medical insurance — words people say.
Allclear on the paper, but silence on the line,
Every minute I’m calling is another dollar sign.
Others make one call, and the world turns kind,
USA, other nations — covered every time.
No cash in their pockets, still everything’s paid,
While I dig in my own just to get through the day.
Chorus
This is corridor blues, where the night is long,
Some walk out healed, some are gone by dawn.
They help everyone here, though the place is torn,
But insurance, my brother… that’s a different storm.
Verse 3
I saw doctors fighting for a stranger’s breath,
Nurses standing strong in the face of death.
Sometimes they win, sometimes they fall,
One man walks out, another hears the final call.
So respect to the sisters, respect to the hands,
That keep on healing in a broken land.
This hospital’s crowded, but mercy still lives,
That’s the only real thing this old world still gives.
Outro
Let this be a warning if you roam too far,
Read the small print, don’t trust shiny stars.
Health ain’t a promise, ain’t part of the plan,
When the blues come knocking — you’ll stand as a man.