All Praise to the Troubled

All praise to the troubled, the lost and confused
To all schizophrenics and those with the blues
All praise to the doubters and those who think free
Who open us up to a world that could be

Spin around, spin around, 'til we're no longer bound
Spin around, spin around, 'til we're way off the ground
All praise to the troubled who help us to see
And open us up to a world that could be

All praise to the outcasts, alone and adrift
Bipolars, autistics with their special gifts
All praise to the artists in whose fantasies
We learn that there's more to the world than we see

Spin around, spin around, 'til we're no longer bound...