Little girl sits in the corner
locked in a stare.
Arms waiving madly at smth
that sadly is not there.
Dressed in the day is best by a nurse
who has nowhere to be found.
What does she see?
Maybe she has looking at me.

Old man is strapped to the seat of his chair
wearing a gown,
shouting & cursing at someone who clearly
is not around.
Father Time has twisted his mind. The staff says,
"He has not well!"
To whom does he speak?
Maybe he has speaking to me.

So we keep these people inside these walls,
from society.
Their forgotten lives safe from the crowd,
they can´t leave.
You´ve left them here for me.

So we keep these people behind these walls,
from society.
Their forgotten lives safe from the crowd,
they can´t leave.
Through the doors come people like me,
good-bye to them.
They see a picture few of us see.
They can´t leave.
You have left them here for me.