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The world is so big and I am so small How can my love be helpful at all There’s an old man taking an aimless walk With hopes that someone has a minute to talk There’s a child who knows fear more than she should And those who might save her would that they could There are killers in power who send in their drones To children in class who’ll never go home Their soldiers are dying not only at war Death by their own hand: far more, times four. See the problems are many varied and vast There’s trouble ahead and pain in the past So how can I be helpful at all When the pain is so big And I am so small I can tell my children that I am proud I can smile at strangers, I can laugh big and loud I can snuggle my pet and boop her nose I can donate all my unused clothes I can encourage a friend frozen in fear And should she fall I will lend her my ear I can write a poem to make art from the pain I can bathe in the sun and be cleansed in the rain Here is the answer, the conclusion come to There is great power in the small deeds I can do So while the world may be full of trouble and strife I will pour my love over my little life
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Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 7:55 PM UTC
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The world is so big and I am so small How can my love be helpful at all There’s an old man taking an aimless walk With hopes that someone has a minute to talk There’s a child who knows fear more than she should And those who might save her would that they could There are killers in power who send in their drones To children in class who’ll never go home Their soldiers are dying not only at war Death by their own hand: far more, times four. See the problems are many varied and vast There’s trouble ahead and pain in the past So how can I be helpful at all When the pain is so big And I am so small I can tell my children that I am proud I can smile at strangers, I can laugh big and loud I can snuggle my pet and boop her nose I can donate all my unused clothes I can encourage a friend frozen in fear And should she fall I will lend her my ear I can write a poem to make art from the pain I can bathe in the sun and be cleansed in the rain Here is the answer, the conclusion come to There is great power in the small deeds I can do So while the world may be full of trouble and strife I will pour my love over my little life
Xiola_Blue
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Xiola_Blue
41/F/Lismore, Australia
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 7:55 PM UTC
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