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.