What Makes Us Human Poem by James McLain

Some dark day it becomes even whiter
the execution of our souls is all for our knowledge
and as it grows to indifferent
corrections are each Sunday to be remembered best as.
How well we know to stand up in protest
when things don't go our way and when it open shuts.
Clear as day each choice we make can never hurt you.
Hurricanes it's eye leaves us with choice.
Neither stay or leaves comes back to haunt you.
My belief it is, it sustained us it fills you up.
That nature keeps us
differant how is what maintained the budda fast asleep.
Innocent and you wish silver wings and Daniel said.
Clear choice, each man and this you have
and proverbs proves it.