Is it not the air we breath that
keep us alive.
Is it not the blood that flows through
our veins that tells us who we are
Is it not our brains that tell us
when we are in pain
Is it not prejudice that tells us
we are the same
Is it not hate that we feel when we
are hurt
When life's a Journey and at the
end we are all put in the dirt.
We bare our children the good and
the bad, an teach their first words
to be mom and dad.
No credit is given, to the god above
if it were our world would be
filled with love.
