Watts John - 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.