Science of the Mind

In the science of the mind

there is no forgiving

Paralyzed I lay here sleeping

quiet as a little child

Heart starts beating, blood rushing pounding

moving quiet as a little lamb

In the science of the mind

limbs are bound devoid of movement

The injuries we do in kind

are visited upon us often

In the science of the mind

trying hard to move a shadow

Don't bury me I'm still alive

the science of the mind unyielding

The science of the mind unyielding

the science of the mind unyielding