Lyric: Hands

Hands

If I could tell the world just one thing, it would be that we’re OK.
And not to worry :cause worry is wasteful and useless in time like these.
I won’t be made useless. I won’t be idle with despair. I would gather my self around my faith. For light does the darkness most fear.
My hands are small but I know they’re not yours, they are my own. And I am never broken.

Proverty stole your golden shoes. But it didn’t steal your laughter.
And a heartache came to visit me. But I knew it wasn’t ever after. We’ll fight, not out of my spite.For some one must stand up for what’s right. Cause where there’s a man who has no voice. There are ours shall go singing

My hands are small but I know they’re not yours, they are my own. And I am never broken. *
And I’m never broken.
In the end only kindness matters. In the end only kindness matters. I’ll get down on my knees, and I will pray