I thought I'd take a walk today. It's a mistake I sometimes make. My children lay asleep in bed. My wife lay wide-awake. I kissed her softly on the brow. I tried not to make a sound. But with stony eyes she looked at me. And gently squeezed my hand. Call it a premonition call it a crazy vision. Call it intuition something learned from mother. But when she looked up at me I could clearly see. The Sword of Damocles hanging directly above her. Oh Lord Oh my Lord. Oh Lord. How have I offended thee?. Wrap your tender arms around me. Oh Lord Oh Lord. Oh My Lord. They called at me through the fence. They were not making any sense. They claimed that I had lost the plot. Kept saying that I was not. The man I used to be. They held their babes aloft. Threw marsh mellows at the Security. And said that I'd grown soft. Call it intuition call it a creeping suspicion. But their words of derision meant they hardly knew me. For even I could see in the way they looked at me. The Spear of Destiny sticking right through me. Oh Lord Oh my lord. Oh Lord. How have I offended thee?. Wrap your tender arms round me. Oh Lord Oh lord. Oh My Lord. Now I'm at the hairdressers. People watch me as they move past. A guy wearing plastic antlers. Presses his bum against the glass. Now I'm down on my hands and knees. And it's so fucking hot!. Someone cries "What are you looking for?". I scream "The plot the plot!". I grab my telephone I call my wife at home. She screams "Leave us alone!" I say "Hey it's only me". The hairdresser with his scissors he holds up the mirror. I look back and shiver; I can't even believe what I can see. Be mindful of the prayers you send. Pray hard but pray with care. For the tears that you are crying now. Are just your answered prayers. The ladders of life that we scale merrily. Move mysteriously around. So that when you think you're climbing up man. In fact you're climbing down. Into the hollows of glamour where with spikes and hammer. With telescopic camera they chose to turn the screw. Oh I hate them Ma! Oh I hate them Pa!. Oh I hate them all for what they went and done to you. Oh Lord Oh my Lord. Oh Lord. How have I offended thee?. Wrap your tender arms round me. Oh Lord Oh Lord.