Текст песни
Ward 13, where pain resides
Not broken bones or fevered brow
But shattered hearts he meant somehow
Wheelchairs full of heavy sighs
Bandages for tearful eyes
Every bed holds someone's grief
Seeking psychiatric relief
Check your sorrow at the door
Leave your anguish on the floor
That's what hospitals are for
In the hospital of anguish
Where broken spirits languish
Every room's equipped with care
For the burdens people bear
When emotions need to perish
Therapy through morning realms
Healing hearts with gentle sounds
Visiting hours, family tears
Washing away the bitter years
Does the doctor heal himself?
When his own heart needs some help?
Can physicians of the soul
Ever truly become whole?
In the hospital of anguish
Where broken spirits languish
Though the pain may never cease
Here they find a moment's peace
In the sanctuary parish
Discharge papers signed with hope
Teaching wounded hearts to cope
Some return but some move on
Carrying strength to face the dawn
The healing never ends
Until every broken heart mends