The Measure of Us

** Music and Lyrics ** ** The Left Hand Tree ** ------------------------------ The Measure of Us ------------------------------ ©TheLeftHandTree https://hyperfollow.com/TheLeftHandTree https://www.youtube.com/@thelefthandtree https://open.spotify.com/album/0dNLhVioboz4FYt3IgULfL Thanks for stopping by and checking out the track. === What makes us human? Not the bones that hold us upright, nor the blood that courses through our veins, but something softer, quieter, a whisper between the words. It’s the reaching out, the gentle touch, a hand that says, I am here. Laughter spilled over coffee cups, tears we hide, tears we bear. It’s the secret smile on a train, the lifeline across unseen chasms, the way we hold hearts, too full to stay silent. We’re human in the search, in the questions we can’t contain. Who are we? Where do we go when night falls, when whispers fade? We keep reaching, keep hoping, hands open, hearts bare. A kind word mends what’s broken, a song lifts sorrow’s weight. To love, to risk, to split wide open that’s the human state. We name the stars, map the tides, find meaning in wind’s murmurings. We build homes from wreckage, plant seeds in cracks, and wait for flowers to sing. It’s faith in the light of the darkest rooms, the bloom of hope in winter’s gloom. We’re human in the search, in the questions we can’t contain. Who are we? Where do we go when night falls, when whispers fade? We keep reaching, keep hoping, hands open, hearts bare. A kind word mends what’s broken, a song lifts sorrow’s weight. To love, to risk, to split wide open that’s the human state. We carry the weight of those before, their names etched deep in stone. Mountains of doubt, oceans of grief, yet still, we climb, we roam. With salt on our lips and stars in our eyes, we rise, alive, and call it enough. It’s the hope in the smallest things a smile, a kiss, a beam of light falling through a dusty windowpane, the dream we cradle through the night. We’re human in the search, in the questions we can’t contain. Who are we? Where do we go when night falls, when whispers fade? We keep reaching, keep hoping, hands open, hearts bare. A kind word mends what’s broken, a song lifts sorrow’s weight. To love, to risk, to split wide open that’s the human state. In the end, we hold the broken heart, and say, I will try again tomorrow. We find meaning in the smallest sparks, and call it enough. To love, to risk, to split wide open that’s the human state.