Angels Don’t Clock Out

Twelve hours in and the sun’s long gone,

Hallway lights still flicker on,

Room 309’s been quiet since half past two.

Held her hand ‘til she let go,

Told her daughter she should know,

Her mama smiled before she slipped right through.

And I walk out that sliding door,

Heart heavy, shoes on the floor,

Try to shake it off — but it follows me home.

Angels don’t clock out,

We just drive with the windows down,

Try to breathe through the hurt we can’t talk about.

We patch up souls and hide the scars,

Cry in our cars under the stars,

The world sleeps safe, but I’m still worn out —

‘Cause angels don’t clock out.

That chart don’t show the things we feel,

The fear, the loss, the small defeats that never heal,

But we smile like it’s all in a day’s work.

Said goodbye to one, then helped another stand,

Somewhere between heartbreak and God’s plan,

You learn grace can live right next to the hurt.

So I pull my scrubs off slow,

Pour a drink, let the memories go,

But sometimes I swear they linger like perfume.

‘Cause angels don’t clock out,

We just drive with the windows down,

Try to breathe through the hurt we can’t talk about.

We patch up souls and hide the scars,

Cry in our cars under the stars,

The world sleeps safe, but I’m still worn out —

‘Cause angels don’t clock out.

Maybe one day when it’s my time,

I’ll meet the ones I couldn’t save in line,

And they’ll say, “You did all you could — it’s okay.”

Angels don’t clock out,

We just pray the pain dies down,

Keep on showing up somehow.

With tired hands and a holy heart,

We mend what’s broke ‘til we fall apart,

The world don’t see, but there’s no doubt —

Angels don’t clock out.