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John
You take away my home
You put me in a cell
With beautiful surroundings
But ts still a kind of hell
You push me around and tell me what to do
When i am trying to adjust to everyhing thats new.
Unfamiliar faces, staring into space
Suddenly i am unaware of time or place
Grasping reality, no one out there who can see
What has the system done to me
I am still a father, brother and husband
WHAT HAS BECOME OF MY LIFE?
Just because im fighting it, its too strong for me you know
They have made a decision its time for me to go
The doctors, nurses, carers are playing their part
Trying to rebuild whats left of my bruised body mind and heart
There sno alternative but to carry on each day
IS IT NOT SUPPOSED TO BE EASIER BEING ELDERLY....
