Human

What is there left to believe in when all you can hear are sirens
drowning out the chirping of birds
wind whipping at all that wishes to stand
and challenging all that thinks it has a purpose

Where are we to go when our homes are broken
when all we ever thought we had is taken away
where are we to go with no light to guide us
walking blind in the dark and eternal night that is our life

Who are we to lean on when there's no one to see
when everyone is too frightened, too petrified to speak
if all people cower in the corners of the darkness
what is the point of being human at all