What does it mean to be human?
Does it mean you can die?
Does it mean you can be hurt,
When a loved one says goodbye?

Why do we like,
Our mortal flesh?
Logic dictates,
It doesn't mesh.

In our bodies,
We get hurt, we bleed.
Our bodies fail us,
In our time of need.

The answer is hard,
And often forgot.
In our quest for reasons,
This answer is the one that is sought.

Its because we can laugh,
Its because we can cry.
Because it doesn't end,
When we say goodbye.

Its because were content to live,
In our lives drowned in pain.
Because as long as we can love,
We will stay on this crazy train.

Stories in a box,
Spells in each sentence.
Heroes who need adventure,
Villains who need repentance.

Tales from long ago,
Myths from the past.
Trouble in far off future,
When computers rule is vast.

People who've never been,
Worlds you wish would happen.
So many tales to be told,
Your minds about to snappen.

When we part our paths,
Our journeys shall begin.
But as I look back,
I know I will see you again.

I walk in the land of shadows,
While you seek out your light.
I shall discover my truth,
While you fight for what's right.

When we cross paths again,
We may be foes by all rights.
But we shall be different from the rest,
Cause as good friends, do we fight.

One man stands alone,
Two walk together.
Three men are good friends,
Four stay forever.

One girl cries alone,
Two fight together.
Three girls make more friends,
Four talk forever.

Remember the fallen,
For those who they are.
If you change their story a little,
On their past you leave a scar.

The reasons they died fighting,
Why they did what the did.
The reason they taught those important lessons,
To your ancestors to their kids.

Why they brought people together,
And tore countries apart.
Created devices to keep us going,
And weapons to stop your heart.

The past is in the past,
And we'll never get all the facts.
But without knowing what happened last,
History will repeat its past.