I could tell the world just one thing, it would be that we’re OK. And not to :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 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 own. And I am never broken.
Proverty stole golden shoes. But it didn’t steal your laughter. And a heartache came to visit me. But I knew it wasn’t ever 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 no voice. There are ours shall go singing
My hands small but I know they’re not yours, they are my own. And am never broken. * And I’m never broken. In the end only kindness matters. the end only kindness matters. I’ll get down on my knees, and I will pray