The Power of One

I live, I breathe, and I walk just like this. Life seems so simple, yet plain and unreal. So hard to see that there’s something I miss, At times have to wonder, what do I feel? The power of one is not understood. Each step and each word can change someone’s dream. Carvings that comes from a small block of wood; As simple, complex, perfect as you deem Hero, not quite, but a person, a friend Has now come to me and opened my heart. The promise, I see, this can’t be the end. Au contraire! Not there yet, this is a start! One person to serve, to love, and to live The power of one – it’s my turn to give