LYRIC

The light creeps in
through the broken glass
in the sleeping ward.
Finnegan's voice
is an endless whine
through A hardboard barricade.
I throw A cigarette to make him quieten down.
And I search for that photo of you.
And your face is A symbol.
A place to remember.
Your face is A symbol for me now.
Radio blares.
There is not much time.
And the children play you up.
Buses and trains
on commuter lines
through the condensation.
I know what you're doing now
and I follow you in your routine.
And your face is A symbol.
And your eyes make me strong again
I can look at the world full of confidence

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