We have those imperfections
Like mine.
We have those emotions
Like mine.
Mortality that we can't
Bend.
Dreams we don't want to
Band.
I will myself to strive,
I will myself to have faith.
We have violence,
opinions and views,
But another thing
We want
For everyone to stop
And have a clue.
What makes us human?
What's the point?
What makes us so special?
What really makes us
HUMAN?
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 7:40 PM UTC
We have those imperfections
Like mine.
We have those emotions
Like mine.
Mortality that we can't
Bend.
Dreams we don't want to
Band.
I will myself to strive,
I will myself to have faith.
We have violence,
opinions and views,
But another thing
We want
For everyone to stop
And have a clue.
What makes us human?
What's the point?
What makes us so special?
What really makes us
HUMAN?
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