Human After All by the Dirt Poor Robins.
For what we needed most was only just a ghost
A vapor trail, a plane gone by
A bridge of smoke that fades before our eyes
We’d cross the rope, but our balance is a joke
We’re human after all, still there’s no excuse to fall
This mortal will, more rust than flesh, turned by the creeping bitterness
Aging machines, no soul to offer
Crushed by the burdens of ours fears carried along for all these years
Programmed to flee, too weak to bother
I am so putting this in R.I.P.