We are all just beautiful ripples,
Waiting in the great big ocean,
One ripple pushes another,
And so on and so on,
Just as one would inspire another,
Giving a nudge or a shove,
If you get enough ripples,
You’ll surely have a wave,
That’s exactly how movements are made.
So let me be my ripple,
Let me feed off of yours,
Or you off of mine,
Until we have a wave of our own.