One

I do whatever I can,
whatever it might be;
a solo raindrop in the sea.


So, does it really matter;
anyone even see;
one single leaf on the tree?


One voice, one solo person
seems so very lonely;
grain of sand on the beach.


It seems so ineffective
pointless for me to be
a lone picket on the street.


The paradox is, of course,
that one voice is so unique;
like a comet's flash and streak.


And the other truth is this:
single voices join as We;
a chorus in one strong key.