Taking aim at modern psychiatry
Because it just seems to get the best of me
As they say I’m not well
I can only tell
Them the truth 
That in my youth
The darkness came to kiss
The reason I exist
And for a season or two
I wondered if I would follow you 
Down into the abyss 
And I make a fist 
But I strike air
Because the enemy was never there 
Only a foe in sheep’s clothing
The nurse had a way of knowing 
I was just making shapes
And so the girl escapes
From Stella ward again 
It is full of older women 
And I cannot bear to sit in the common room 
And reminisce about the edge of doom
While the TV plays a tune
And the ladies said I brought some calm 
And some kindness to their alarm 
As I moved soft and serene 
Between the edges of the dream 
And it was a nightmare for some
But I do not succumb
And I talk to Francis in Special Care
He says there is a reason he is there 
And I don’t need to worry
And the hurry 
I’m in can quiet
Does he not see the riot
In the minds of his charges
A whitelighter at the marches 
As they step in line for freedom 
But do you let them know you can see them
When you let them down easy
I was so breezy
But do I let it go at thirty three
Or do I stand up for the best of me 
In the subterfuge
I was the refuge
For a sea of souls 
In the realm that grows old 
Slowly by degree
You can put your faith in me