I am the person right across the street.
I am the one who is holding your hand.
I am the boy just staring at his feet.
I am the man who wants to make a stand.
I am the child, proud of their paper boat.
I am the guy who’s been at work all day.
I am the singer humming a sad note.
I am the waitress balancing her tray.
I am the girl waiting for the school bus.
I am the old lady waiting to die.
We are all one since everyone is “us”
And everyone in all the world is “I”
For I have thought, I’ve felt, I’ve said, I’ve seen;
“I” am you, I am all that I have been.