Shady Creek

Grandmother sits on a hard wooden chair
In a cold empty room with a cold empty stare
A moment ago she saw family there
But they left in a hurry and didn't say where she was

They took her away from her home in the hills
And gave her to nurses to give her some pills
They kept on repeating it's for her own good
But couldn't care less whether grandmother understood

She cared for her family
Treated them right
She did what was best
And worked hard all her life
The world she inherits for being so meek
Is a room down the hall at a place called Shady Creek

Her family says that she hardly can hear
So a doctor comes in and examines her ear
They buy her a hearing aid, send her the bill
Then leave her alone with the rain on the window sill

They'll think of her often
And someday they'll write
Wishing her well
For the rest of her life
But no one will visit
The rest of the week
In her room down the hall at a place called Shady Creek

She quietly sits staring out of the door
She's simply too tired to cry anymore
Facing her death is no longer a fright
She knows she'll be cared for by somebody dressed in white

She's praying for angels to take her tonight
Though her family told her to go on with life
Nobody listens so why should she speak
In her room down the hall at a place called Shady Creek

Her strength slowly fades and she's losing her sight
But she clings to the dignity left in her life
They won't leave her die but they're leaving her weak
In a room down the hall at a place called Shady Creek