In a world of dead canvases and such cold marble There is a call that resonates, that dispels the emptiness Florence whispered the secret, the rarest truth That Nursing is not a profession, but a clear art It requires devotion, the preparation of a painter or sculptor But it treats the Living Canvas, bathed in warmth Angel, the most beautiful of arts is in you You touch the living body that time wants to stop It is the Temple of the Spirit, the fragility that life gave us And your gentle hand is the miracle that descended from heaven You are the art, the devotion, the care that makes us breathe You are the art of caring What is chiseling stone, or molding cold clay Compared to the touch that dispels the shiver? Compared to one who treats the life that pulsates and bleeds To one who rebuilds hope in the crumbling bed? You bring light to the bedside, science and compassion united In the rigor of preparation, in the strength of your mission Angel, the most beautiful of arts resides in you You touch the living body that time wants to hold back You are the Temple of the Spirit, the fragility that life has given us And your gentle hand is the miracle that descended from heaven You are the art, the devotion, the care that makes us breathe You are the art of caring Florence saw the beauty beyond the gift of sight It is the noblest of arts, the most altruistic You heard the call, the voice that no one can silence You are the cure that arrives at the exact moment and speaks (You are the angel who saves us!) Angel, the most beautiful of arts resides in you You touch the living body that time wants to hold back You are the Temple of the Spirit, the fragility that life has given us And your gentle hand is the miracle that descended from heaven You are the art, the devotion, the care that makes us breathe You are the art of caring Angel The most beautiful of arts You are the art of caring In a world of dead canvases and such cold marble There is a call that resonates, that dispels the emptiness Florence whispered the secret, the rarest truth That Nursing is not a craft, but a clear art It requires devotion, the preparation of a painter or sculptor But it treats the Living Canvas, bathed in warmth Angel, the most beautiful of arts is in you You touch the living body that time wants to stop It is the Temple of the Spirit, the fragility that life gave us And your gentle hand is the miracle that descended from heaven You are the art, the devotion, the care that makes us breathe You are the art of caring What is chiseling stone, or molding cold clay Compared to the touch that dispels the shiver? Compared to those who tend to the pulsating, bleeding life To those who rebuild hope in the crumbling bed? You bring light to the bedside, science and compassion united In the rigor of your preparation, in the strength of your mission Angel