My plan to change the world, is to make a small change everyday.
To put a smile on a stranger's face, I will even say "Hey!"
At the store I'll buy a sucker for the kid behind me in line.
Or tell someone there light is out on their car to avoid a fine.
That's the problem today that we don't see, that genuine kindness is a rarity.
Everybody that lends a hand wants something in return.
But respect isn't in form of currency, it has to be earned.
My plan to change the world, is to hold my loved one's close.
To be an example for this generation, To not brag or boast.
One day at a time I can prove to this race.
That bitter is the worse and lingering taste.
You need to learn to let things go, please forgive quick.
The anger might affect them, but it will make you terribly sick.
My plan to change the world. Is to hug the kid alone on the bus.
Show him there is kindness, Somebody he can trust.
Be there when he's pushed into the wall, and when food is thrown his way.
Lets put them in his shoes for just a day.
What would they say if they knew he was hit daily.
And that his moms always at the bar on the corner of Bailey.
They might give him a chance, pick him for the team.
But without action, this is all a dream.
My plan to change the world is to not stare
At the Man, With no arms, in a wheelchair.
He served in Vietnam, 1955.
Shake his hand, He is lucky to be alive.
The war drove him crazy.
His wife and kids couldn't stand the tales.
Of the children that died, the sounds of the wails.
So now he sits alone at his table
And drinks coffee as black as the room
Maybe if you thank him, you can rid him of gloom.
My plan to change the world, Is to make the celebrities see.
That life isn't all glitz and glam.
For that poor man on the street.
He has a part time job, 2 kids, and a dog named Lou.
And just one of your meals, could get him through.
Can you throw him a dollar when you see him on the street.
Maybe run to Burger King? Grab him something to eat?
My plan to change the word. Is to make you finally learn.
That there's so much more to do, so many bends to turn.
Just hear me out, don't make we walk alone.
Please help me till this soil, for which my seeds will be sown.
ERICA LEIGH SKELLY,