One Man

A little piece inspired by some of the best men I know...

On a cold November morning
One man gets up and rises from his bed
He takes his badge, gun and holster
Kisses his wife and children on the head
He takes his place in the daily battle
On city streets where blood gets shed
He sees young lives wasted, given up
So easily left for dead
When he tallies up the costs each day
He knows they aren’t getting ahead
But tomorrow he’ll be back
And he’s just one man

In a classroom at the blackboard
One man sharing the ability to think and teach
To captivate and inspire and let them know
The world they want is within their reach
Just like the one man trying to save lost souls
With just his power to pray and preach
They each know to some they’re getting through
And some they’ll never reach
But they’re still there
Even if they’re just one man

Tell it all to the factory man
Working hard both day and night
Because he knows just making ends meet
Is a minute-to-minute fight
And he’s got to do whatever he can
Regardless of wrong or right
While the wheel just keeps on spinning
And there’s no happy end for him in sight
But he does what he can do
Even if he’s just one man

One man seldom realizes
The power he commands
To love, to heal, to hope
To make a difference
To understand
To change the course he’s walking
He holds it all within his hands
It takes the courage and conviction
To get things started and make a stand
Sometimes it just takes one man

On a sunny summer day years ago
Back in Washington DC
One man stood and told us all
That in his heart he had a dream
All these years later
One man has the chance to bring it all to being
There’s a lot to do, it’s gonna take the cop,the factory man
The teacher and the priest
We just gotta share the weight
It’s gonna take more than one man

But it all still starts with one man...