What makes you-you should be no mystery
I guess a lot like those that also made me-me
We took the sky and moon and all the clouds for granted
We shared the joy of all the roses Mother planted
We ate the food she cooked and smiled with joy and laughter
Expecting it would always be there ever after
Until the day of growing into realization
That our lives should not be lived in expectation
The gifts each day would come from our responsibility
And their values born from strengths of our ability
Not from the warm and gentle hands of mom and dad
But from the skill and working energies we had
And through the years we'd learn that love was life's true measure
The energy of spirits bound together
Along the way we've taken love as expectations
For our families passed it down through generations
But as the seasons changed and life became more challenging
We notices values would not stand as we expected things
That new technologies and gadgets changed the power of our touch
That moved from hearts and eyes and lips and souls and such
That where a kiss and hug would transfer love and gratitude
They've been replaced by keys and lights and beeps of attitude
The human touch was once the precious glue that held us all together
Has turned to plastic, wire, video, terrorism, ugly news and nasty weather
Our politicians who once loved our life and lands and precious freedoms
Now only search for fame and glory, and dark monies as their reasons
What made you-you and made me-me was once a proud community
But now has come at last to be a shameful technicality!