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.