Hands

 — Hands by Jewel —-

“If I could tell the world just one thing 

It would be that we’re all okay.

Not to worry ‘cause worry is wasteful

And useless in times like these.

Our hands are small, nice weapons of conscience 

If they are not idled by despair.

We gather ourselves around our faithful light

As the darkness most feared.

Our hands are small, I know 

But they’re not yours, they are my own

And we shall not go unbroken.

Some things are sold to a higher law

You do not own us, you never saw

You won’t use my hands to fight your wars,

To close your eyes

To cripple your doors

Because just getting by isn’t enough

And neither is welfare or thankless jobs

Because where there is a man who has no voice 

There our shackles sing.

My hands are small, I know

But they’re not your hands, they are my own

And in the end

Only kindness matters.

In the end.

Only kindness matters.”