There is a beauty in the distant sound of a weeping man
There's wonder in your child's eyes, or maybe your future child's eyes
And many things you may remember that you had
That you lost, that you let slip through your fingers
So cherish them all
You are the poor, the refugee, the bloody victim
You are the power, the winner and the fighter
Breathe in, you're lucky to
Be the beauty, the memory, the past, the past, the present and the future, be infinite
Do something, say something, believe in something
But most of all, know you can change things
Yes, you
What are you waiting for?
Do not be fearful of evolution
The time is now