In the labyrinth of the mind
things are brighter than they seem
but life and truth are not so kind
Memories are hard to find
and when they’re sought they seem to beam
in the labyrinth of the mind
The tricks she played left her blind
and all that was left was hope and dream
but life and truth are not so kind
Her thoughts were often so maligned
yet through the darkness she did gleam
in the labyrinth of the mind
A padded room and thoughts confined
as fate begins to plot and scheme
but life and truth are not so kind
Her games and pain intertwine
and the tears began to stream
but life and truth are not so kind
in the labyrinth of the mind.