Longing was the appropriate word For the feeling they all shared The reality became a bit blurred When the director suddenly declared
There was no longer a place for them To share their last days together It was a lightning stricken condemn On a day of wonderful weather
You have to leave, there is no place The funds are completely drained The government gave us no space The budget is impossibly strained
You have to find a spot just by yourself We will no longer give you a hand We are putting our mercy on the shelf The closing of this home was planned
We don’t care what happens to you We’re just pushing you out on the street The only thing we need to do Is try to be a little discreet
So hush you ladies, don’t tell a soul The world doesn’t need to know Only the elderly need to pay the toll Accept this inhuman act and let it go
That was the moment the ladies came together They would organize a demonstration And on that day of wonderful weather They gave vent to their frustration
All our lives we have worked so very hard There was nothing we wouldn’t do After so many years you leave us scarred None of your promises came through
You make us feel unwanted and sad We are unhappy and longing for a home A place where we can stay and be glad On our age we shouldn’t need to roam
So we ask of ministers and politicians Keep our homes, please just let us stay And give us the right conditions To enjoy our old age, don’t turn us away
If you have any compassionate feeling left Prevent we become homesick and alone To leave everything behind and feel bereft And desperate step into the unknown
When I think about my home, I am home I can feel the texture of my couch The feeling of closeness of living in my dome Just like the warmth of a kangaroo pouch
I can smell the passiflora, spicy and strong Or the fragrance of my son’s Just Joey rose The purple and orange colours mixed along Where the bright green leaves grows
I see the sticker on my wall ‘Did you already smile today’ A great big smile or just some small Received one or gave a few away
But most of all when I think of home I see my children and my man That’s where my heart is wherever I roam That is where my love began
I live in a simple house on top of the hill The paint on the woodwork has already faded No one is hearing my cries, I keep myself still It has been a long time when someone invaded
I let the seawind blow my gloomy thoughts away After all my disillusions I closed my door I hide my desolate tears in a rainy day Because no one I knew comes along anymore