One person can beat a drum
and make enough noise for ten.
One person can blow a horn
and that little boom and that little blare
can make a hundred others care.
And one person can hold a torch
and light up the sky again.
And one little voice
that's squeaking a song
can make a million voices strong.
If one person can beat a drum,
and one person can blow a horn,
if one person can hold a torch,
then one person can change the world.
There may be an army of them,
and only a handful of us.
And how can a poor little man
fight a mighty regime?
There may be a legion of them,
and only a parcel of us.
But it isn't the size of the fist,
it's the size of the dream.
One fist can beat a drum,
and make enough noise
for ten.
One fist can blow a horn,
And that little boom and that little blare
Can make a hundred of us care at all
If one can hold the torch
And light up the sky again
And one little voice that's singing a song
Can make a million voices strong
If one person can beat a drum
And one person can blow a horn
If one person can hold the torch
And one person can change the world
There may be an army of them
And only a handful of us
And after a poor little band
By the mighty regime
There may be a legion of them
And only a parcel of us
But it isn't the size of the fist
It's the size of the dream
The size of the dream
One person can lead and rule
And one person can rule
If one person
can rule the world,
then one person can
change the world!