It's just a drop in the ocean you saynIt wouldn't make any difference anywaynBut the ocean's nothing morenThan a whole lot of drops like yoursnYour one drop (*!*) could make a splashnMake a ripple, make a wavenThat'll roll non-stopnAnd ride a rising tide of resonating thoughtsnProvoke a commotionnRequiring a voice, promote locomotionnMovement of the feet to deplete that defeated feelingnStamp out your doubts out loudnImagine your drop up high in a thunder cloudnRaining down on the arm of a farmer or maybenIt could be a tear on the cheek of a babynOr the dew on a spider's web at dawnnIs it a spit drip flipping from the lip of a glib politician?nIs it the final critical addition to a magic potion?nAn unending blending harmonizing emotionnMix right throughnTil you are the ocean and the ocean is younLet a metaphor be a matter for discussionnDon't underestimate the repercussionsnYour ways could wellnStrike a chord or ring a bellnInfinity stretches large and littlenWhich leaves you right in the middlenDespite the big billnYour amount can still count