Hands
If I could tell the world just one thing It would be that we're all OK And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful And useless in times like these I won't be made useless I won't be idle with despair I will gather myself around my faith For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know But they're not yours, they are my own But they're not yours, they are my own And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes But it didn't steal your laughter And heartache came to visit me But I knew it wasn’t ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite For someone must stand up for what's right 'Cause where there’s a man who has no voice There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know But they're not yours, they are my own But they're not yours, they are my own
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