The world's shortest song, perhaps,

Is just one word

It is poetic and kind

Yet it sends chills down one's spine

To think that one could be different from the rest

That one could be better or the best

This song flows deep within the heart,

It is a light, a beacon in the dark

A hymn for the minority

And the priorities

It is a cry,

Pleading to stand out

A word with which people die

When they proclaim it

Yes, it is beautiful

And naive

Used to woo, and to deceive

Knowing this and much more,

You'd think one could understand

The value of the word at hand

Yet many can not fathom,

"I" is the strongest anthem.