The doctor and the time

Since the dawn of time
Loads the man their ills
Pains of body and soul

With everything we already know
With everything and so much that we already did
However, suffers the man
Between hopes and agonies

Between hamlets, cities
I seek my humanity
My truth is the relief
The support, the redemption

I want the health, but I face the disease
I'm just the poor doctor
I am not the Lord of the sentence...

As for me, I can only insist
I gather the melancholy
While I help spread out the future