Trying to define this world

Because people say happiness

Is always a choice

So plaster that cheeky smile

To your hollow childish face

 

Walking barefoot in the icy cold

Feet blue with frozen blood

Breathing in the suffocating mold

Of a life unknown to love

 

Living day by day

Trying only to survive

They're the ones that know

What it means to be alive

 

The ones that are crying

Think life is cruelly unforgiving

The ones that are trying

Think something important is missing

But the ones that are dying

Know life might be worth living

 

The ones that are thriving

Claim life is about finding

Beauty in those simple, earthly things

But these are those

Who can actually live their dreams

For they find their motivation

In their precious, pretty things

 

And the ugly things they speak of

Are the gifts that earth's sufferers

Can't even afford to dream of

In their cries of lonely lust

To be more than earth's forgotten dust

 

To the speechless

Who can't find the words

To the sleepless

Who live their nightmares

Face-to-face in daily horrors

We sing this prayer of remembrance

We sing for the population of dreamless