For all of the times that you've wondered why
the world turned out this way
and all of the times that you've asked yourself
about the games that people play.

About the politics of hunger
and the politics of need,
how the politics of power
seem to be the politics of greed.

For all of the times that you've struggled in an effort
to work your way back up stream,
and all of the times you've held on to it,
when most of us had lost the dream.

And for all of the ones who have walked with you,
by your side or way back home,
maybe much more than any of us
you know that no-one is really alone.

Because the heart is still in hunger,
it's like a beacon in the night.
Though the heart is just a lover,
it's never afraid to fight.

We are fighting for more than survival,
we are working for more than peace,
we are giving ourselves with each other,
making sure all injustice will someday cease.
Take a look around you
and you can see how far we've come,
all the separate parts all the hundreds of hearts
that are beating together as one.

It's a possibility, for many tomorrows.
It's a possibility, of a world to be made for everyone.
It's a possibility, no more suffering and sorrow.
It's a possibility, it's in everyone.