Urine and explosive Diahorrea

 In the halls of healing, where hope is found,

In the sanatorium, our sanctuary unbound.

Amidst the whispers of the windswept pines,

A place of solace, where the sun always shines.

Chorus:

Oh, sanatorium, beacon of light,

Guiding us through the darkest night.

Where hearts find peace, and spirits soar,

In your embrace, we are restored.

In the care of angels, with gentle hands,

We find strength to rise, where hope expands.

Through trials and tribulations, we endure,

In the sanatorium, our spirits pure.

Chorus:

Oh, sanatorium, beacon of light,

Guiding us through the darkest night.

Where hearts find peace, and spirits soar,

In your embrace, we are restored.

Healing waters flow, a soothing balm,

In the sanatorium, a healing psalm.

Amongst the gardens, where flowers bloom,

In this haven, we dispel all gloom.

Chorus:

Oh, sanatorium, beacon of light,

Guiding us through the darkest night.

Where hearts find peace, and spirits soar,

In your embrace, we are restored.

So raise your voices, let our anthem ring,

In the sanatorium, where hope takes wing.

United in healing, in body and soul,

In this sanctuary, we are made whole.

Chorus:

Oh, sanatorium, beacon of light,

Guiding us through the darkest night.

Where hearts find peace, and spirits soar,

In your embrace, we are restored.

In the sanatorium, our hearts unite,

In the healing embrace of day and night.

A place of solace, where we belong,

In this anthem of healing, we are strong.