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