when two violins are placed in a room
 if a chord on one violin is struck
 the other violin will sound the note
 if this is your definition of hope
 this is for you
 the ones who know how powerful we are
 who know we can sound the music in the people around us
 simply by playing our own strings
 for the ones who sing life into broken wings
 open their chests and offer their breath
 as wind on a still day when nothing seems to be moving
 spare those intent on proving god is dead
 for you when your fingers are red
 from clutching your heart
 so it will beat faster
 for the time you mastered the art of giving yourself for the sake of someone else
 for the ones who have felt what it is to crush the lies
 and lift truth so high the steeples bow to the sky
 this is for you
 this is also for the people who wake early to watch flowers bloom
 who notice the moon at noon on a day when the world
 has slapped them in the face with its lack of light
 for the mothers who feed their first
 and thirst for nothing when they're full this is for women
 and for the men who taught me only women bleed with the moon
 but there are men who cry when women bleed
 men who bleed from women's wounds
 and this is for that moon
 on the nights she seems hung by a noose
 for the people who cut her loose
 and for the people still waiting for the rope to burn about to learn they have scissors in their hands this is for the man who showed me
 the hardest thing about having nothing
 is having nothing to give
 who said the only reason to live is to give ourselves away
 so this is for the day we'll quit or jobs and work for something real
 we'll feel for sunshine in the shadows look for sunrays in the shade
 this is for the people who rattle the cage that slave wage built
 and for the ones who didn't know the filth until tonight
 but right now are beginning songs that sound something like people turning their porch lights on and calling the homeless back home this is for all the shit we own
 and for the day we'll learn how much we have
 when we learn to give that shit away
 this is for doubt becoming faith
 for falling from grace and climbing back up
 for trading our silver platters for something that matters like the gold that shines from our hands when we hold each other this is for the grandmother who walked a thousand miles on broken glass to find that single patch of grass to plant a family tree
 where the fruit would grow to laugh
 for the ones who know the math of war
 has always been subtraction
 so they live like an action of addition
 for you when you give like every star is wishing on you
 and for the people still wishing on stars
 this is for you too this is for the times you went through hell so someone else wouldn't have to
 for the time you taught a 14 year old girl she was powerful
 this is for the time you taught a 14 year old boy he was beautiful
 for the radical anarchist asking a republican to dance
 cause what's the chance of everyone moving from right to left
 if the only moves they see are NBC and CBS this is for the no becoming yes
 for scars becoming breath
 for saying i love you to people who will never say it to us
 for scraping away the rust and remembering how to shine
 for the dime you gave away when you didn't have a penny
 for the many beautiful things we do
 for every song we've ever sung
 for refusing to believe in miracles
 because miracles are the impossible coming true and everything is possible this is for the possibility that guides us
 and for the possibilities still waiting to sing
 and spread their wings inside us
 cause tonight saturn is on his knees
 proposing with all of his ten thousand rings
 that whatever song we've been singing we sing even more the world needs us right now more than it ever has before
 pull all your strings
 play every chord
 if you're writing letters to the prisoners
 start tearing down the bars
 if you're handing our flashlights in the dark
 start handing our stars
 never go a second hushing the percussion of your heart
 play loud
 play like you know the clouds have left too many people cold and broken
 and you're their last chance for sun
 play like there's no time for hoping brighter days will come
 play like the apocalypse is only 4...3...2
 but you have a drum in your chest that could save us
 you have a song like a breath that could raise us like the sunrise into a dark sky that cries to be blue play like you know we won't survive if you don't but we will if you do play like saturn is on his knees proposing with all of his ten thousand rings that we give every single breath this is for saying-yes this is for saying-yes