Going Forward Imperfectly

By Leander

Just one of many as I stand alone.
A mass of plenty but on my own.
I dream of a tommorow where I can try.
A great tommorow where I can fly.
I try to say "We'll be better today."
Even if just a few, just a few find their way.
I would not cry if you did not see,
that because of you there is a me.