You see them, out on the street,
ragged coat, bear feet.
They look with wanting eyes
asking, something to eat.
Will you, be the one?
In hospital beds they lay
near to death, alone they pray.
No family, no friends
alone they face the end.
Will you, be the one?
Old age homes, filled to the brim
with people, long forgotten.
They watch and wait, staring at the gate
for their son's, and daughters.
Will you, be the one?
Who, among us, will be the one??
The one to share, just a drop from
all their buckets of plenty.
The one to be a friend in need
in the darkest of man's hours.
Who will be the one?
The one, to not forget or forsake,
to be a gift, and not just take.
Is it you? is it me?
Who, will it be?
One by One, we all add together.
and truly, time will test us all.
Surely there will come a day,
when you, will be ask to say.
Yes I am, the one.