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?