We're human.
We create the verses in this song.
The notes;
We miss a little
And sing a little.
Some of us cry them out
In agony.
Some whisper them softly.
A symphony.
We dance our way through
This melody.
This song ends in two ways:
A tragedy;
Melancholy,
Or victory;
An exquisite memory.
We all sing the same song,
Just in different ways.
We're human.