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