12 Forms of Humanity

Its the fact that they’re all alone That they had no lover anymore That their parents had passed Then with the betrayal of their friend Were it for the sorrow read from a book Or the sight of another spilt blood It’s when they saw their true love That they held ones own child That they laughed until they couldn’t draw breath Then when they heard, the sound of another Were it for the care, shed by their love Or with the gentle embrace, of their mother