Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Hands.

There are times we took things for granted. Too much.

Think of what you could help to save them.
Not by being too grateful.

Actions speak louder than words,
even thoughts(though the cycle starts with it).


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
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
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
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken.

Hands
by Jewel

2 comments:

Janvier said...

Jewel's Hands! Great song. Best of what we've heard from her during the 90s.

Mr D said...

yea it is... it is songs like these from the past that inspires now.

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