I’m just one person, one single solitary soul
Categorized
As the least of your worries
No rush, no hurries
Made out to be a scapegoat
And in my category
Know this, if you know nothing
Else
Always know the story I tell myself
Dating back to way back then, when
I asked the sky, what difference can I make?
Feeling smaller than a snowflake
For I was just one person, one single solitary soul
Energetic, but the
Runt of the litter
E-Flat transmitter
No doubt a little eighth note
Convinced I could create hope, I became the
Evidence of one soul in solidarity with changes swirled
…What difference did it make?
All the difference in the world
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