Oh, Science

Oh science, unforgiving in its might, Hast found its words in the mouths of many. Stopping people, as they seem to take flight. Halting those whose minds imagine plenty. I ask those who hone science as an art, Why must you crush our dreams and desires? For we and our dreams, we never shall part. You would not know a dream from a wire. As you prove to some, God does not exist. You do not see all their hope torn to shreds. Heads down faces low, their life gone amiss. It’s amazing how you hold up your head. Science, I ask you to tread from my place, So that I may still show dreams on my face.