The Poor Surgeon

I'll do what I can with my trembling hands Said the Poor Surgeon Search for signs of life while slicing with my knife And if I think it's worth it I'll do all I can with my trembling hands To help poor Phaedrus Take a look inside, deep within his mind For some kind of reason Well I know what I would find Quality of the highest kind No difference 'tween yours and mine Quality of the human kind I've done all I can with my trembling hands Said the Poor Surgeon I sliced him with my knife where his soul resides And I think it's worth it To do all I can with my trembling hands To help poor Phaedrus Reach the other side, search for wrong and right Or some definition Well I know what I would find Quality of the highest kind No difference 'tween yours and mine Quality of the human kind