When a person is made
They are home
Then they start to fade
They scarcely survive
And can't be revived
The sadness is
They can
They don't know how
Maybe it's taking
A gun to your head
With a POW
Maybe it's failing to see
How they were made
Why they were made
Why a person is made
They aren't sure
Alas for
Ever they won't
But they don't
They shouldn't
But they do
Why and how
And that is why
It's how they were made
It's you
