Destitutes Only Reside in this Room
I marched in, age 18, double time
Up and down
Took the bullshit
Made the best friends of my life
Did my duty to Queen and Country.
I marched out age 22
With no orders to adhere to or obey
With a lot of time on my hands
To parties and to clubs
I often thought of my friends
But without duties
And without cohesive form.
I sat throughout the night age 30
And witnessed light upon light
And saw beauty beyond human comprehension
Which in my depression gave me the strength to live
And I realised that
"No one can save you from error of sin
until you have looked at the spirit within."