Like the phoenix is this illness
Its destruction leaves you breathless
And its victims heartless
Against the monster of Loch Ness.

Bagpipes play my Amazing grace
As I attack this fearful place,
There is madness in our race
And past normality I race
To bring good news to this case
Past its medical space.

Each night when I swallow this bitter pill
I place a relapse on the windowsill
Alone I live as an individual
All my affairs are casual.

Conquered is the illness of Basil
The negative symptoms are in retreat
With the will to fight and a bit of Maslow.
Now in an action group I treat
Stigma and discrimination like a marshmallow
As I call on your support to follow.