Humanity

How can you cry
If you’ve never been hurt?
How can you die
If you’ve never experienced birth?
How can you smile
When you’ve never been glad?
How can you say good
When you’ve never known bad?

I, who’ve never known tears
Would not know what it’s like
To face your fears

To live a dream
To enjoy reality
It is but
A faraway hope for me

What is choice?
What is ambition?
Is it not but a mirage
A fake apparition?

Is it wrong to be human
And yet haven’t felt
The sadness that occurs
When you lose someone to death?

For I am a nothing
No one cares for me
I’ve always served a master
Never knowing what it’s like to be free

I’d hunt, I’d steal
But never heard a conscience
I got away with everything
By actions lacked consequence

I am but a servant
Ever since the very start
Nothing is emotion
In the depths of my heart

What is love?
What is pain?
What do you feel
When you dance in the rain?
What’s it like to fall?
To see that your deeds
Amount to nothing at all?

People who are ordinary
Take everything they have for granted
Never knowing that I am watching
Longing to be like them

I’ve always been content
With my cold existence
But what is this yearning
That wants to put sound in the silence?

I think that no matter how skilled
Or magnificent my talents are
I’d give it all away
To be able to wish on a star

I’ve never acknowledged beauty
Never seen all the splendor
That the world has to offer
And also so much more

I want to be free now
To really be alive
For what is the use of living
If you never need to survive?

So maybe, I’d risk it
Even if my life might end
For at least I felt something
If it meant living again…