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 time like these. I won’t be made useless. I won’t be idle 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 they are my own. And I am never broken.
Proverty stole your golden shoes. But it didn’t steal your And a heartache came to visit me. But I knew it wasn’t ever after. fight, not out of my spite.For some one must stand up for what’s right. Cause where there’s a who has no voice. There 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 kindness matters. In the end only kindness matters. I’ll get down on knees, and I will pray