A child, the child of my heart though never of my name
Who shares my gift, whose eyes though young are mine the very same
Who shares my every thought whose skillful hands I taught so well
Now hear the hardest lesson I shall ever have to tell
Young healer I have taught you all I know of wounds and pain
Of in the sit and of the herbs of blessing and of bane
Of all the usage of all you gift all that I could impart
And how you learned young healer put rejoicing to my heart
But there is yet one lessoning I cannot give to you
For you must find your own way there judge what is sound and true
This lesson is the cruelest ever healer had to teach
It is which you must do and there are those you cannot reach
However creature gift there will be times when you will fail
There will be those you cannot help, your skill cannot prevail
When you fight Death and loose to him of what might yet be worse
You went to find the wreak he left regards you with a curse
The worst of all and harder still the times when its a friend
Who looks to you to bring him peace and make his torment end
What will you do young healer when there's nothing you can do
I can give only council for the rest is up to you
This only will I council you that if you build a shell
Of armor close about you then you close yourself in Hell
And if your heart should harden then you gift will fade and die
And all that you have lived and learned will then become a lie
As you must I have faces the fear the pain in dying eyes
Sometimes I have told the truth and sometimes gentle lies
As you will I have faces the times my skill brings no redress
And wonder if my gift was truly meant to curse or bless
A child your healing hands are guided by your healing heart
And that is all the wisdom all my learning can impart
You take this pain upon you as you challenge life unknown
And there can be no answer here but one, and that's your own.
Who shares my gift, whose eyes though young are mine the very same
Who shares my every thought whose skillful hands I taught so well
Now hear the hardest lesson I shall ever have to tell
Young healer I have taught you all I know of wounds and pain
Of in the sit and of the herbs of blessing and of bane
Of all the usage of all you gift all that I could impart
And how you learned young healer put rejoicing to my heart
But there is yet one lessoning I cannot give to you
For you must find your own way there judge what is sound and true
This lesson is the cruelest ever healer had to teach
It is which you must do and there are those you cannot reach
However creature gift there will be times when you will fail
There will be those you cannot help, your skill cannot prevail
When you fight Death and loose to him of what might yet be worse
You went to find the wreak he left regards you with a curse
The worst of all and harder still the times when its a friend
Who looks to you to bring him peace and make his torment end
What will you do young healer when there's nothing you can do
I can give only council for the rest is up to you
This only will I council you that if you build a shell
Of armor close about you then you close yourself in Hell
And if your heart should harden then you gift will fade and die
And all that you have lived and learned will then become a lie
As you must I have faces the fear the pain in dying eyes
Sometimes I have told the truth and sometimes gentle lies
As you will I have faces the times my skill brings no redress
And wonder if my gift was truly meant to curse or bless
A child your healing hands are guided by your healing heart
And that is all the wisdom all my learning can impart
You take this pain upon you as you challenge life unknown
And there can be no answer here but one, and that's your own.