The will to love,
the will to cry,
can be expressed
by a lullaby.

A lullaby who's notes hum softly,
and whisper of lives
that play so beautifully.

The will to sing,
the will to die,
are always related
when a mourner cries.

A mourner cries from all that is lost,
and screams of lives
that had been crossed.

The will to dance,
the will to lie,
can't happen together
and i'll tell you why.

A dancer has a passion that can't be false,
and holds the truth in her limbs
that can't lie in this honest waltz.

The will to dream,
the will to be alive,
are beautiful things
that can't be denied.

A dream is an innocence,
and it's a ray of hope in our minds
that we won't ever find ridiculous.

The will to survive,
is stronger than one will ever believe it is.
So I have two words,
and two words only.

Recognize it.