Little girl sits in the corner locked in a stare
Arms waving madly at something
That sadly isn't there
Dressed in the day's best by a nurse
Who's nowhere to be found
What does she see
Maybe she's looking at me
Old man is strapped to the seat of his chair
Wearing a gown
Shouting and cursing at someone
Who clearly isn't around
Father Time has twisted his mind
The staff says "He's not well "
To whom does he speak
Maybe he's 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 there with 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've left them there with me