Hands

If I could tell the world just one thing it would be that we're all o.k. And not to worry cause worry is wasteful And useless in times like these I won't be made useless I wont be idled with dispair I will gather myself around my faith for light does the darkness most fear My hands are small, I know, but they're not yours they are my own but they're not yours they are my own and I am never broken Poverty stole your golden shoes but it didn't steel your laughter And heartache came to visit me but i knew it wasnt ever after We'll fight, not out of spite for someone must stand up for what's right cause where there's a man who has no voice there our's shall go singing My hands are small, i know, but they're not yours they are my own but they're not yours they are my own and I am never broken In the end only kindness matters In the end only kindness matters I will get down on my knees and I will pray I will get down on my knees and I will pray I will get down on my knees and I will pray My hands are small I know but they're not yours they are my own but they're not yours they are my own and I am never broken we are never broken