To the runner who lost his most important race,
To the unsung hero's who never showed their face,
For those shot down in a final act of glory,
To the young writer that never wrote his "epic story",
For Dreamers the often dremt, though never acted,
For ideas buried deep, though never extracted,
To the shy protestor that never spoke his mind,
For the inquisitive young man who never sought to find,
To the opinionated person who never stood up for what was right,
To the bullied young child who never dared to fight,
Dreams are worth living,
For we have but one life,
Though tearful it may be,
So filled with fear, war and strife,
In the end life is judged,
By what you did, not what you could've,
The dreams you dared to live,
Not what you should've.
Is all im going to say about life
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My hopes lie dashed,
Crushed from high above,
My dreams lie shattered, my heart broken,
A casulty on a battlefield called love.