When I was 16 years old I took a part time job...
Things transpired and I ended up working there...

Joan of Ark you never were
God intended something more...

It's not a place you want to stay
Not somewhere you should be...

I never minded being on my own!
But the dark inside doth creep...

Our world is getting smaller,
Religion and creed becoming one...

You are my Delilah
And you I love so much...

All those random thoughts I have
And oh those twisted fears...

I am not ill or poorly
Though some thing is not right...

Physics, math and chemistry
It's what my brain does say...

Strength is not gauged by muscle
It's not what you can lift...

With frost bitten fingers
And feet cold and numb...

Mother refused to breast feed
Everything processed and yuk...