If I could tell the world just thing, it would be that we’re OK. And not to worry :cause worry is wasteful and 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 the darkness most fear. My hands are small I know they’re not yours, they are my own. And I am never broken.
Proverty stole your golden But it didn’t steal your laughter. And a heartache came to 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. are ours shall go singing
My hands are small but I know they’re not yours, they my own. And I am never broken. And I’m never broken. In the end only kindness matters. In the end only kindness matters. get down on my knees, and I will pray