Walking down the dreaded white hallways,
I hear screams of agony and despair.
A sea of glazed eyes looked up at me, watching my every move.
Their woeful faces morphed into that of curiosity,
As I picked up my guitar
Strumming the first few notes of a song of hope,
We sang to them, trying to lift up their hearts.

They smiled a small smile, but oh!
Deep inside me, I knew those smiles were but a mere mask,
A mask, purely to hide their sorrows and an inevitable fate.
Startling us all, a new voice joined us,
His voice, shaky yet gaining strength
Maybe his soul did too!
His voice resonated in the hallway,
Other sounds fading away
Lifting up the spirits of those around him too.

A feeling of déjà vu washed over me
For the thrill that was spreading inside
Reminiscent to that felt by little children,
When they'd witness the magical trick of a dove-
flying away out of the magician's hat.

This was but a tiny little bead of miracle
Those genuine smiles of few moments
Opened my blind eyes to a whole new world
I realised then that,
They might have lost their silver lining of hope,
Yet the golden rays of joy that shone out like a halo was all that I needed.