My hands are small, I know,but they're not yours they are my ownbut they're not yours they are my ownand I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes but it didn't steal your laughterAnd the heartache came to visit me but I knew it wasn't ever afterWe will fight, not out of spite for someone must stand up for what's rightcause where there's a man who has no voice there ours shall go singing
In the end only kindness mattersIn the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees and I will prayMy hands are small, I knowbut they're not yours they are my ownbut they're not yours they are my ownand I am never brokenMy hands are small, I knowbut they're not yours they are my ownbut they're not yours they are my ownand I am never brokenWe are never brokenWe are God's eyesGod's handsGod's mindWe are God's eyesGod's handsGod's heartWe are God's eyesGod's handsGod's eyesGod's handsWe are God's handsGod's handsWe are God's hands
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