Still I Walk Through That Door (BH Workers)

Another sunrise on a sleepless night,

Coffee’s cold but the badge still shines bright.

Walking halls where the storms don’t end,

Where every stranger feels like a battle to defend.

They don’t see the fear I swallow down,

Or the prayers I whisper low.

But I lace my boots and breathe in deep —

’Cause someone needs me more than I need to go.

’Cause I walk through that door like thunder,

Even when my hands still shake.

Burnout riding on my shoulders,

But I carry it for someone’s sake.

This job cuts deep, but I stand tall,

Even when I’m tired to the core.

I’m bruised, I’m bent, but I’m still here —

And tomorrow I’ll walk through that door.

Some days the anger hits like fire,

Some days the silence feels like wire.

Risk for safety, heart on guard,

Every shift a gamble, every moment hard.

But then a patient lifts their eyes,

And says, “Thanks for not giving up.”

And suddenly the weight I carry

Feels like something built from love.

’Cause I walk through that door like thunder,

Even when my hands still shake.

Burnout riding on my shoulders,

But I carry it for someone’s sake.

This job cuts deep, but I stand tall,

Even when I’m tired to the core.

I’m bruised, I’m bent, but I’m still here —

And tomorrow I’ll walk through that door.

And when the world don’t understand

Why we keep coming back again,

Tell ’em hope is worth the fight,

And broken souls deserve the light.

We’re the ones who hold the line

When the darkness hits at 2 AM —

And I’d do it all again.

Yeah, I walk through that door like thunder,

Even when my heart feels worn.

I’m a soldier in the shadows,

In a place where new strength is born.

This job cuts deep, but I stand tall,

Even when I’m tired to the core.

I’m bruised, I’m bent, but I’m still here —

And tomorrow I’ll walk through that door.