Humans are the same, all the same, just the same,
One in the same, bend a rule, lose a game,
Patch it up themselves, always say, wave away,
What do they really play for, is it dollar, is it day?
The little girl is crying, sobbing into broken hands,
The grown woman is curled and lost in the corner of too many lands,
The youngest boy that scrapes his knees when London Bridge comes down,
The bravest man that nurses wounds as war rages around.
Humans are the same, all the same, just the same,
Scrounging past each other in this wreckage they became.
