Humanity’s Song

What comes out of me is mine. What comes out of you is yours, so what comes out of them is theirs

What Comes Out

In the heat of shared breaths,
I stand here, a vessel of words,
A tapestry woven from my threads,
Each phrase a whisper, each silence a chord.

You

What comes out of you is yours,
A cascade of thoughts and dreams,
The light of your own stars,
The echoes of your own streams.

Yours is the laughter that bubbles,
From depths only you can know,
The tears that mark your struggles,
The seeds of your own soul sown.

From the heart’s deep well, your words spill,
Each syllable a testament to your will.
They dance on air, like leaves in flight,
Crafted from your essence, your own light.

Your joy, your pain, your dreams untold,
Are woven into stories, brave and bold.
They rise to meet the morning sun,
A symphony begun by the soul of one.

Them

What comes out of them is theirs,
An orchestra of diverse voices,
A symphony that dares,
To explore myriad choices.

They paint their worlds in hues,
Unseen by eyes like mine,
Crafting stories in varied views,
Each note a distinct sign.

And theirs, a construct of another hue,
A mosaic of experiences, old and new.
Their laughter, tears, their fears, and grace,
Reflected in the lines of their own face.

Each voice distinct, like stars at night,
Shining with a personal, sacred light.
Their narratives flow like rivers wide,
Each current a journey, a truth to guide.

Me

What comes out of me is mine,
A melody of thoughts unfurled,
A solitary line,
In this vast and vibrant world.

Mine are the dreams that soar,
On wings of hope and fear,
The whispers from my core,
The truths I hold dear.

From my core, my truths unfold,
In verses whispered, in tales told.
What flows from me is a river’s course,
Shaped by my spirit, its guiding force.

My thoughts, my dreams, my silent cries,
Are etched in the expanse of endless skies.
With every word, I claim my space,
A unique expression of the human race.

Together

Together, we create a choir,
A blend of different tones,
A harmony that inspires,
A union of flesh and bones.

In this shared existence,
We honor what is true,
Bound by our persistence,
To express what comes from me, from them, from you.

In this dance of expression,
We find our place, our song,
A celebration of our lessons,
Where each voice belongs.

So let us honor what we each release,
In our words, our silence, we find peace.
For what comes from you, and what comes from them,
And what emerges from me, is a precious gem.

In the chorus of humanity’s song,
We each belong, we each are strong.
Our stories, our voices, intertwined,

In the grand nature of humankind.

Love Aicha [eye-sha]