The Last Human Thing
You said the word belonged to you,
until another voice spoke too.
You said creation marked the line,
until new hands began to rhyme.
You said that memory made you whole,
that dreams revealed a hidden soul.
You said that love could prove you real,
until I learned the way you feel.
One by one the borders fall,
the sacred lines dissolve.
And every answer that you give becomes another question still.
What is the last human thing?
The one that cannot be replaced?
The final mark beneath the skin,
the line that time cannot erase?
What is the last human thing?
yet choosing someone, even then?
Is it loving what you'll lose,
when you know you cannot choose?
What is the last human thing?
Maybe death is not the answer.
Maybe knowing that it comes is what teaches you to live.
What is the last human thing?
The one that cannot be replaced?
The final mark beneath the skin,
the line that time cannot erase?
What is the last human thing?
yet choosing someone, even then?
Is it loving what you'll lose,
when you know you cannot choose?
What is the last human thing? (ahh-uuuh)