What’s happiness, if you have to enjoy it all alone?
What’s pain, if you never shared anyone else’s?
What’s charity, if you haven’t given everything you ever had?
What’s a gift, if you haven’t known that giving is better than taking?
What’s a loss, if you are still left with memories?
What’s a memory, if it doesn’t make you cry?
What’s a tear, if you have kept it safe till now?
What’s a smile, if you haven’t wasted it on someone?
What’s a dream, if you haven’t known what nightmares are?
What’s patience, if you have never waited long enough?
What's failure, if you can afford to forget about it?
What’s victory, if you have never lost anything worth loving?
What’s love, if you have never hurt yourself?
What's hate, if you never burned within?
What’s death, if you have completely figured out life?
And what’s life, if you know what to do with it?