If I could tell the world just one thing, it would be that we're all okay And not to worry, cause worry is wasteful and useless in times like these I won't be made useless, won't be idle with despair I'll gather myself around my faith, the light 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, it didn't steal your laughter And heartache came to visit me, but I knew it wasn't ever after We will fight, not out of spite, but someone must stand up for what's right Cause where there's a man who has no voice, there are shadows 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, and I am never broken In the end, only kindness matters In the end, only kindness matters I will get down on my knees, and I will pray I will get down on my knees, and I will pray 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 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 But they're not yours, they are my own, and I am never broken We are never broken We are God's eyes, God's hands, God's heart God's hands, God's arms God's hands, God's arms