I was moved and touched by this young Chinese woman, and other dreamers like her, but nothing filled my mind and heart with more wonder than the sight of the students on Tiananmen Square ten years ago.

I watched with awe as the numbers of people standing up for what they believed in grew. And I wept with grief at the subsequent shedding of blood on the Square.

I can't imagine what it was like to be there, but I know what it's like to turn to someone you trust, someone who is supposed to protect you and have that trust betrayed. It is devastating.

My father betrayed such a trust to his children, and hurt them in a way no child should ever be hurt. But though my past has hurt me, it does not define me, because through it all, I had another goal of what I wanted to be other than broken and defeated.

Ten years ago, my two older children and I were homeless. Several nights we had to sleep in a borrowed car. It was during those times that my heart's desire sustained me. My future, my vision of what could be, and not what was or has been, pulled me through the sorrow and despair.

What did I dream when I lay in the back of my car, a child in each arm, looking out at the night sky with no idea how I was going to live up to the faith my children had in me? I dreamt of dancing on the Great Wall of China, a free China, of singing to a people who didn't even know I existed, of embracing them and being embraced back.

I dreamt of you.

China, do not give up. Your dream is so beautiful.

Bodies can be run down and lives lost, and there is no way they will ever be replaced. But the living have the power to honor the dead by the lives they lead. And as each individual keeps the dream alive with an open heart, the dream will work its magic, even as history is rewritten, even as silence is mandated.

The lifeblood of your dream, of those before you and those after you can beat in your heart, here and now. No one can silence the song that is you - even if you never say a word.

Your dream calls to you and by your very answering, transforms you, giving you life as the dream was given life by you.

The dream of dancing on the Great Wall of China has delivered me from the back of that car along a path to where I am now, reaching out to you with these words, this song. "Keeping the Dream Alive" is for you.

I still dream of dancing on that Great Wall. Until that day I will do whatever I can to help the dream of a free China come true. My music partner, Stacey, and I will continue to write our songs, and I will sing them - for you.

Remember, no one dies in vain who inspires another to reach higher, to love deeper, or to dream more courageously. I will not forget the sacrifice of those at Tiananmen Square.

I will not forget you.

I believe in you and across the continents, from one century into another, I dream of you.

Jungwo, wo ai ni.

I love you.