One Small Deed
When hearing the word Change
We sometimes think:
Masses of people in the streets
Moving mountains
Accomplishing great feats
“I’m just one person,” you say
“On this spinning ball in space”
But can’t you see with just one deed
You just might find your place
Buying bread for the beggar
Talk to the old woman at the park
Stop a bus for a stranger
You’ll still make a mark
We are bigger than we think
Making a difference has a range
A single dollar bill
Can make plenty of change
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