The Art of Being Human
I know three thousand people
Who still speak well like you.
They breathe just like you too.
But something you don't
Understand is just
What I'm thinking:
It's not hostile.
It's not evil.
Now you can assume
All you want,
About the devils
In my head.
What you won't
Accept is my heart,
My soul, my spirit.
I'm not the devil --
Just a human.
What the most beautiful
thing about me is --
The way I speak
And the way I listen.
Do you hear it?
It's the music
Of the spirits
Who still speak today.
Though they are dead,
They keep on speaking.
They aren't devils --
Just humans.
And as a human
I want to speak
And listen.
Speak and listen.
I know three thousand people
Who still speak well like you.
They breathe just like you too.
But something you don't
Understand is just
What I'm thinking:
It's not hostile.
It's not evil.
Now you can assume
All you want,
About the devils
In my head.
What you won't
Accept is my heart,
My soul, my spirit.
I'm not the devil --
Just a human.
What the most beautiful
thing about me is --
The way I speak
And the way I listen.
Do you hear it?
It's the music
Of the spirits
Who still speak today.
Though they are dead,
They keep on speaking.
They aren't devils --
Just humans.
And as a human
I want to speak
And listen.
Speak and listen.