All my dreams seem useless
when I think of the ones who can't dream.
All my actions seem fearless
when I think of the ones who live in fear.
All my tears seem alone
until I think of the ones who cry constantly.
All the people who are gone
have never meant more to me.
At the end of the day, I may be breathless
but what about those who have just one last breath?
And every night, the sky seems endless
but what about those who have reached their end?

So I dream for the ones who can’t...

Act on behalf of those that don’t...

Smile for the ones that haven’t...
Live for the ones who are gone.