Still Human

(hummmmm) The world is moving faster

than we can understand

every second disappearing

through our hands

Faces on the screen

stories everywhere

but sometimes I still wonder

who is really there

We are made of moments

we are made of scars

not just numbers

not just who we are

Still human

still feeling

still searching for a reason

to believe Still human

still dreaming

even when the world

moves too fast for me

(ooh, still human) I know a machine can remember

every word I say

but it never knows the feeling

of a childhood day

It can draw a picture

of a perfect sky

but it never felt the sunlight

on a summer night

Maybe

our imperfections

are the things that make us whole

maybe

every broken piece

is proof

that we have a soul

Still human

still breathing

still becoming who we’re meant to be

(yeah, still breathing)

(hummmmm) (still human)