Is it that we are all meat without spark inside
Are we alive or machines
Do we sleep for rest or simply to dream
I wonder if I'm worthless
If this is all we truly are
Random flesh and pain
Compulsively breathing
With no particular purpose
Still covered with scars
Feeling washed by the rain
No, it is not random, it is worth believing
In life with a purpose, and finding joy
And finding beauty that leaves me wordless
