"Shun me I've done you wrong, mocked you and broke your home, carried on as a king to a throne, and I know I loathed. Yet I've reconciled my faith with no way to explain where it comes from. Heard out suspicious ways, and forwent the drowning pain, and I've had mine. Sunday suit never fit quite right, maybe why I never saw your light, fear had its grip for quite some time, so I obeyed and lied. Listen don't hear this wrong, you've taught me what I know, and though I'm not what you want, I've found peace on my own. Sunday suit never fit quite right, maybe why I left siddharth style, I choose a path of open minds, am I damned for it? I know the evils of mankind and I keep far from them. Do all I can to grow to grow inside. Judge me for that."
"I have no war to fight, no Great Depression. My war is a spiritual one, my great depression is my life."
