If this world survives, And every other day I think it might, In good part it will be Because of the great souls in our community. There are a lot of them. I've seen them walk In lonely thousands down the city streets, Or stand in vigils in the rain, Or turn the handle of a print machine, Or empty their purses as the plate comes by. Or gaze into the camera's eye, And answer the question: "Will the world survive?" And they have said, "We'll try. We'll try."