If I could tell the world just one thing, it would that we’re OK. And not to worry :cause worry is wasteful and in time like these. I won’t be made useless. 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 yours, they are my own. And I am 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 We’ll fight, not out of my spite.For some 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 not yours, they are my own. And I never broken. * And I’m never broken. In the end only kindness matters. In the end only kindness matters. I’ll get on my knees, and I will pray