I, alone, can not change the world
I am but a blip on the radar
A ripple on the stream
Who takes notice?
Sometimes all it takes is one small voice
To sing their song for peace and harmony
To start a chorus
Which leads to an choir
And then to an orchestra
To enrich the world
With the most beautiful noise
So I shall keep on singing
Until there’s collective love
In the world
Barb Ward
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