Do you define a man with his name, or his pride?
Do you define a woman with her love, or her eyes?
Do you define children with their laughter, or their daydreams?
Do you define this world with its past, or what it’s become?
Do you define defeat with failure, or your blood?
Do you define a struggle with your wounds, or your scars?
Do you define hope with its wings?
Do you define strength with power, or endurance?
Sometimes a dream is all you have
You feed on your tears
Reality wearing you thin
You refuse to be brought down
Your heart is almost dead
But still, against all odds and logic
Against life’s cruelty and things
That cannot be undone
It beats on