What makes us human?
Is it the air we breathe
Or the blood from which cuts we bleed
Is it our ability to speak
And stand up for those who are weak
Or our ability make
Take what we've been given and create
Or is the gift given from God
In which we believe
The one who wrote and weave
Is it He who stands above all
Is it He who makes us human
Our favors and fault, talents and all
Is it he who writes our lives
From the moment we're born
To the moment we die
That, I believe, is truth,
Not a lie
What makes us Human?
That is not for you to decide
