If I could tell the world just one thing, would be that we’re OK. And not to worry :cause is wasteful and useless in time like these. I won’t be made useless. I won’t be with despair. I would gather my self around my faith. For light does the darkness most fear. My hands are but I know they’re not yours, they are my own. And I am never broken.
Proverty stole your golden shoes. it didn’t steal your laughter. And a heartache came to visit me. But I knew it wasn’t ever after. We’ll fight, not of my spite.For some one must stand up for what’s right. Cause there’s a man who has no voice. There are ours shall go singing
My hands small but I know they’re not yours, they are my own. And I am never broken. * And I’m never In the end only kindness matters. In the end only kindness matters. I’ll get down my knees, and I will pray