A Caged Foundling

On a train. From York. Listening to Nine Inch Nails giving me inspiration, I recently wrote these lyrics. They are about a gentlemen I know who from a young age was abandoned by his family. He is elderly now and has never known any of his family. To make his situation worse, he has been institutionalised his whole life. This is a song about him.

The Caged Foundling

New eyes stare, innocence wide and open,
Tiles hang on ceilings cracked, above dry paint that peels,
In rags, abandoned; a cradled misunderstanding,
Never growing familiar, never the chance to grow, never the chance to know,

And if only he knew,
A caged foundling,
If only he could comprehend,
The unjustified acts of god
From newborn to elder, smothered beneath his hollow shelter
What misdeeds led to a fate so ill, so quiet, so broken, so still,

I see him, beyond prime, no beginning to end, no time left to go
No memories of bygones, his worlds gone by, gone by his window, he stares out at night,
The gentlest charmer, struggles to speak, as his creators lie, buried, in guilt,
All he knows, an undiscovered maze, superficial, all he wants, is to know,

Sitting there, so alone, so broken and blank,
He answers the unknown with a questioning stare,
A ponderous caged,
A caged foundling,
Foundling forever

(Written - 18/07/10)

Watch this space,
Wullae