A Face to Remember

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.