The ward,
Another prison,
Another hospital.

I'm hostage but there's cheer.
Smiling faces, friendly voices;
They were strict, thought I was sure.

The first days, always the best;
Meals not examined tests.
Subtlety they change the rules;
All are treated like the rest.

No standing, walking there and here;
8, 12, 6 thousand rules to adhere.
All's tough, on my best I try;
Not to know we weren't to shed a tear.

I finally understand, all alone;
Locked away in here,
Only to be left in fear.