You mean sort of like this?

The Healer

Here comes the healer with gentle words of kindness
Doesn't know it all – and is never really sure
Has no remedy for deafness or for blindness
Sees all and listens – but doesn't sell a cure
Sits there and listens –as they tell of all their sorrows
There's no prescription before it's time to part
Their truth seeps out – as they face their tomorrows
And in the silence they listen to their heart

Here comes the healer with such quiet disposition
Bearing no tribute to those who can't receive
Never respectful of status or position
Humouring no one to flatter or deceive
Cannot be fooled as a wise guy or a chancer
Having heard it all before – can always meet your stare
Can only be seen though if you can face the answer
Looks straight through you and lays your soul all bare

Here comes the healer – who's quiet, strong and gentle
Gains trust instantly – with firm and open hand
Telling of no drama – or story sentimental
You end up telling so much more than you had planned
No panacea, snake oil or magic potion
There are no magic spells or books upon his shelf
Holding the mirror until you have the notion
That you can look inside and start to heal yourself.