National Breast Cancer Foundation, Inc.

Theres an empty seat at the dinner table.
Where a mother used to sit.
Shes 34 years old, full of life, and dreams.
And two small kids.
There's a young man with a tear in his eye and pink ribbon on his coat.
In memory of the only love he'd ever known.

There's a lady looking in mirror without a single strand of hair.
She barely recognizes the woman standing there.
She's waging a silent war against an enemy inside.
And putting up the fight of her life.


That's why we walk.
We walk to remember.
We walk to celebrate.
That's why we walk.
Leaning on each other.
And holding on to faith.
For those who are gone and those who live on.
We honor them all.
And that's why we walk.

She lays in cold small room in a baby-blue paper gown,
Anticipating what the X-rays might have found.
Then she hears the words that always stop you on a dime,
And pray that they found it in time.

That's why we walk.
We walk to remember.
We walk to celebrate.
That's why we walk.
Leaning on each other.
And holding on to faith.
For those who are gone and those who live on.
We honor them all.
And that's why we walk.

For life for love, for one another,
For him, for her, there's strength in numbers.


That's why we walk.
We walk to remember.
We walk to celebrate.
That's why we walk.
Leaning on each other.
And holding on to faith.
For those who are gone and those who live on.
We honor them all.
And that's why we walk.