I can mend an arm's commution
Set a bone with delicution
Deliver a child's contribution
Graft burns in profound fusion
Suture wound's to perfusion
Wipe butts, and tears dilution
Medicate, and expiate substitution
But I cannot fix a soul
I can grant them absolution
Provide cleansing ablution
Reclaim their constitution
Grant all restitution
Find a realistic solution
Stay an inevidable execution
Stop the persecution
But I cannot fix a soul
What is done is done, seclusion
No escape from this preclusion
Only hints of an illusion
Its patterns of elusion
And so with dismal locution
There is but one conclusion
Set with sorrowful elocution
I cannot fix a soul