Cranial window and inflammation

(Verse 1) We opened up the pathway to the mind, Peering in, leaving the skull behind. With careful hands, we pave the way, But the brain's reaction's here to stay. (Pre-Chorus) The window to the soul, they say, But what’s the cost we have to pay? Inflammation’s ghost, it lingers near, Affecting what we hold so dear. (Chorus) Through the cranial window, we see the light, But shadows form in the dead of night. Astrogliosis rising, a fiery storm, Microglial calm, defying the norm. In the quest for truth, we map the flames, Seeking signs in the stormy rains. (Verse 2) We seek the biomarkers of the blues, Through electrodes and cutting-edge tools. Depression’s markers in the mouse we find, With windows soft, a treatment defined. (Bridge) Corticosterone, a month’s long fight, Astrocytes flare up, but not with might. No lasting scar, no microglial cry, Just a whisper in the brain’s soft sigh. (Chorus) Through the cranial window, we see the light, But shadows form in the dead of night. Astrogliosis rising, a fiery storm, Microglial calm, defying the norm. In the quest for truth, we map the flames, Seeking signs in the stormy rains. (Outro) Our findings pave a cautious road, For future trials where truth is sowed. More research to untangle the lines, Till the day clarity shines. Through the cranial window, we press on, For the brain’s secrets are never gone.