What goes on in the criminal mind,
What ever is he thinking,
That he will violate you and me,
With not so much as blinking?

He seems to have no moral code,
And thinks that all is fine,
He thinks that all is owed to him,
So takes what's yours and mine.

Sometimes we think with 'criminal minds',
And take much more than we give,
Thinking of 'us' and not of 'them',
Not caring that they, too, must live.

We're greedy and very self-centered,
Thinking of me, mine and I,
Believing that all is owed to us,
And whatever we want, we can buy.

But that kind of reason will trap us,
We'll live in a jail of our making,
We'll wander the halls of our prison,
And live out our lives without waking.

It's still not too late for redemption,
Release from our bonds is in sight,
We'll break down the walls of our prison,
As long as we do what is right.