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.