In the Operating Room

In the operating room
You're objectively observed as a problem to be solved
But it's not the doctor's fault for this distanced disposition
It's just the way things must go when you're in their position
Like a rope that hangs off the edge of a cliff
Trying to stop people from falling
When someone's life is on the line
You must maintain a state of mind that allows you to act
With precision
No inhibition

In the operating room
You will forcibly receive a deep and peaceful sleep
And when you awake
There may be
Rods reinforcing your broken bones
And holes in your body wrapped up and sewn
Though you may feel weak cold and alone
Those holes were put there to make you whole again
And as for the pain and discomfort you've experienced
Have faith that some day it will all come to an end

In the operating room
You may feel a sickness in your stomach
From nerves that make chills plummet
From your head to your toes then back again
You wonder why does this have to happen
All the hospital gowns and the bed pans
And the sleeping pills and the Vicodin
All this time spent doing nothing but trying to get better

In the operating room
There are successes and there are failures
It's a lot like being a sailor
Either you sink or your swim
And there are miracles and acts of God
And radicle treatments and stacked up odds
That miraculously turn out in your favor
But sometimes there is no savior