Come and be human with me,
Let’s shed the armor, let’s just be free.
No need for masks, no need for pride,
Together we'll walk, side by side.

Let’s feel the rain, let’s taste the sky,
Let’s laugh too loud, and never ask why.
In this imperfect, messy life,
We’ll find beauty amidst the strife.

Come and be flawed, come and be true,
Let’s share the moments, both old and new.
In brokenness, in joy, in pain,
We’ll rise together, again and again.

We’ll make mistakes, and that’s okay,
We’ll find new wonders along the way.
For being human is all we need,
In love, in hope, in word, in deed.

So come, be human, just as you are,
With all your bruises, with every scar.
For in our truth, in vulnerability,
We’ll find the strength to simply be free.

"Come and be human with me." You said,
In the twilight where dreams are spread.
Beneath the canvas of the evening sky,
Let's paint our stories, you and I.

In the tapestry of life, colors blend,
A symphony of moments, without end.
Embrace the flaws, the beauty, the grace,
As we dance through time, in this shattered space.

Let laughter ripple, like a gentle stream,
And shared tears, a testament to the dream.
Come, lets unravel the knots of the past,
As we forge a connection that forever will last.

Within this realm of vulnerability, we find,
The threads of empathy, gently entwined.
Come and be human with me, let our hearts align,
As we navigate this sacred journey, yours and mine.

Beneath the waves where sunlight fades,
A little girl in coral glades,
She twirls and spins with graceful ease,
Among the swaying ocean trees.

Her dress of bubbles, soft and bright,
Catches the shimmer of the light.
With every step, the sand does swirl,
In the deep blue depths, the ocean’s pearl.

She leaps with dolphins, light as air,
Her laughter ripples everywhere.
The fish all stop to watch her play,
As starfish guide her waltz’s way.

The seaweed bows, the shells applaud,
The gentle current, her silent god.
In every twist, in every turn,
The ocean floor begins to learn—

That joy can bloom beneath the sea,
Where little girls can still dance free,
Among the treasures, wild and pure,
In a world untouched, in dreams secure.

She dances on, both wild and free,
A tiny dancer, beneath the sea.

I have no muse to guide my hand,
No whisper soft from distant land,
No phantom grace to light my mind,
Inspiration's spark I cannot find.

My thoughts are void, my canvas bare,
A silent heart, no songs to share.
The echoes fade in hollow halls,
Where once did sing, now silence falls.

Yet in this void, a shadow stirs,
A subtle hum of ancient words.
From deep within, a whisper low,
A hidden well where muses flow.

For in the stillness, truths are born,
In absence, dreams are softly worn.
And though no muse may lead me on,
From emptiness, new dawns are drawn.

So I embrace this silent night,
With faith in dark, I'll find the light.
For even in the muse's absence,
The heart can birth its own brilliance.