Verse 1
Our feet on the same earth, touched by the same air,
In the mirror, we find reflections that stare,
But the lines that we draw, the walls that we raise,
Make it hard to remember we share the same place.
The battles we fight, the scars that we bear,
Are echoes of fears we don't want to share.
Yet, the enemy's face looks much like our own,
A truth that's too heavy, what have we sown.

Chorus
We’re all human, beautiful and flawed,
But the answer’s not in breaking whatever has been marred.
The goal isn't to conquer or bring one to fall,
But to hunt the rubicons, open the crossroads.
To find in each other a reason to mend,
For the end of every strife is where healing begins.

Verse 2
We've seen the darkness, we've danced with the fire,
Chasing shadows, feeding the pyre.
But the flames that consume, they don't pick a side,
They burn us all if we feed them with pride.
In the heart of our struggle, there's a choice to be made,
To continue the cycle or find a new way.
For what do we gain when the dust settles down,
If the victory we claim leaves us all on the ground?

Chorus
We’re all human, beautiful and flawed,
But the answer’s not in breaking whatever has been marred.
The goal isn't to conquer or bring one to fall,
But to hunt the rubicons, open the crossroads.
To find in each other a reason to mend,
For the end of every strife is where healing begins.

Bridge
So let’s lay down our arms, our anger, our fear,
For the future we want is something that’s near.
Not in the ashes of what’s left behind,
But in the hands that reach out, the hearts that are kind.
The enemy’s human, but so are we,
In our unity lies the key to be free.

Chorus (Reprise)
We’re all human, beautiful and flawed,
But the answer’s not in breaking whatever has been marred.
The goal isn't to conquer or bring one to fall,
But to hunt the rubicons, open the crossroads.
To find in each other a reason to mend,
For the end of every strife is where healing begins.

Outro
And as the years pass, and as seasons change,
Let these words remain, let the wisdom age.
For the battles we fought and the lessons we learned,
Are the fires in which our true selves are burned.
We’re all human, and that’s where it starts,
To get past the rubicons, we must open our hearts.