I developed a pretty unusual style, I think.
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry.
When I get an idea for a song it would gel in my mind for weeks or months, and then one day just like that, Ill write it.
We're all in this together if we're in it at all.
My arms are too short to box with God.
No matter how much you've sinned, no matter how much you've stumbled, no matter how much you fall, no matter how far you've got from God, don't give up. You can still be redeemed. As someone says, keep the faith.