Hallow Stares And Wheelchairs

Fresh paint, mowed lawn, a pretty place
From the outside for everyone to see
Could be nothing but serenity
The captives have no way to flee
But on the other hand could be a disgrace
They no longer are aware of reality

Sweet little old ladies and gentlemen they are
Can no longer protect themselves from harm's way
But they all have a sweet smile
Their last chance to wish on a star
Not many listen to what they have to say
They are about to make their last mile

With the mind of a child, they trust everyone
Even the ones that abuse
But seldom a visit from a relative
In their way they know what has been done
In the end, they are the ones that lose
If they revolt, are given a sedative

A deep dark secert kept that is over due
Needs to be brought out in the open
About old bones and gray hairs
And let it be true
Remember, we are their children
Empty minds, hallow stares and wheelchairs