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Who am I?
I am human

Girl or boy?
I am human

Short or tall?
I am human

Fat or thin?
I am human

Before you make your judgments
Give me time of day
I am, you are, we are
All as one the same

This world does shape and mould us
Builds us, gives us time
to become who we are
take ownership of what's mine

And what's mine is my body
What matters? nothing else
We are equal until we use what's our
to shape somebody else.
If I were no longer,
If my existence was complete

Would anyone, someone remember me?

You see, I've been contemplating
I've seen a world of fear and hatred.

I have no power, I have no pride
Nobody is by my side.
I stand alone, one of a billion
Find me in the haystack hidden

Close your eyes, open your minds
I've fallen ill by my own kind

Hypocrisy is all I see
Hypocrisy, Hypocrisy.
Who are we?
Without air to breath
Eyes to see
Skin to feel?

Who are we?
Love's creation,
part of a nation,
one spek in the universe
Here to be?

Who are we?
And why are we?

We are but beating hearts
blood and flesh
Held together by skeleton
And all we do is break

And all we'll do is break.
I crave so much
to feel.
What is it to feel?
A touch, or something so much more

Interlock and synchronise
with another beating heart.
To feel something more and greater than yourself

We can all see
But not all see
We can all feel

But some are the lucky ones
and do.
Hope is a tonne of bricks
That I can no longer carry.
He's weighing me down
Hour by hour

I feel each second
but I try to hold on
Because Hope seems so freeing
Hope keeps me strong.
As I looked out
The once empty road
Was full of silence
Beautiful, beautiful silence

In a world full of chaos,
in a mind lacking peace
It's taken too long to realise
Silence can be all you need

What was once just so boring
To an unobservant mind
Now seems to perfect
Now seems so kind
Just a glance,
that's all I need
Feed my thoughts
With reason to breathe,
to be enough,
a somebody

I hate, I can't convince myself
Without your love, a dusty shelf
Is where I'll be until the next
The cycle does repeat itself

It does repeat
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