For ever I have looked and could not see, when all the lights were on .
I have tryed to read the the words of his book, but it always seemed the same . It was dark and boring and I always just tossed it aside. In a bunkbed for two doors locked up tight, A Lady named Joyce spoke to me. It was words from a Psalm that brought me this calm, for the first time his words I could see. For ever a Psalm For ever the calm