music monday: hands

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be we're all OK

And not to worry because worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these

I won't be made useless
I won't be made idle with despair

Gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear

My hands are small, I know
They're not yours, they are my own
They're not yours, they are my own
We are never broken

Poverty stole your golden shoes
It did not steal your laughter

Heartache came to visit me
But I knew it was not ever after

We will fight, but not out of spite
Because someone must stand up for what's right

Where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing

My hands...

In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters

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 we are never broken

We are never broken