There was a doctor of death <br />a maker of pain <br />all he ever said <br />was don't play games <br /> <br />I was an innocent man <br />in a sea of pain <br />but all I could see <br />was the broken dreams <br />of the lost souls <br />walking the corridor <br />of hope and pain <br /> <br />High royds hospital <br />never broke me <br />but it took twenty years <br />to shake the pain <br />of doctor death <br /> <br />Now it's time <br />for all the lost souls <br />to be laid to rest <br /> <br />No one ever helped them <br />deal with their pain <br />they was just a face <br />with no name <br /> <br />Find the victims <br />ease their pain<br /><br />Dave Alan Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mental-hospital-4/
