Human, human is what I am
Almost as transparent as a hologram
From the blood that nourishes me
To The eyes that permit me to see
The sense that empowers me to feel
The heart that will eventually heal
Human, human is what I am
But to some, I'm just a hologram
From the setbacks that weigh me down
To the disconsolate frown
The blood that ripples through my veins
The confusion my mind contains
Human, human is what I am
Never as transparent as a hologram
From the passion that deeply motivates
To the wicked fate that impatiently waits
The secret stories hidden deep within
The need to escape from wretched sin
Human, human is what I am
Yet, too early to become a hologram
