Nursing Home Snippendael (NL) – Up to the white light of eternity

Here, upon these ghostly shadows of men and women
There are no smiles
Singly, they mingle, with the greyness of the walls
And at strange angels, they travel on to nowhere

Each a nucleus of sadness and despair
Small or no conversation passes their cigarette-stained lips
They sit, the lonely ones, eternally in institutions
That have become their eyes, their arms and their legs
They are empty now,just shells moving back and forth
Upon a shore of some uncharted beach
Up steep green hills they linger
Like the darkness thoughts that push them selves into your mind
You cannot question them for they will not answer you
They are our deepest fears

(c) Anne Clark – lyrics of Cane Hill