Humanity
It is not an object
nor a thing,
but an idea or concept
something I'd want to bring.
Humanity
the importance of life,
trying to avoid the insanity
and the conflict in yourself; strife.
Once it is lost
you will be too,
it is something you don't want to cross
because once it's done, there's no you.
It has survived throughout history
it is something to be told,
whether you can keep it, is a mystery
it's stronger than anything you can hold.
Without it, we're like an empty island
blank and dead,
a place without highlands
just a forest instead.
Humanity is what holds us together
without it, we're nothing but beasts in the wild;
So you ask me what I want to bring now and forever
Humanity is what I bring to the lost isle.
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