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
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
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
~Jewel
Hi, i'm me. mostly. Gone through tremendous changes in the last year or so. Rough and tough times coupled with the best person to ever happen to me. (isn't that the way it goes?)coming out of it, i know more about what i want in life, although not all. I'm a lot happier now than i have been since highschool.I'm crazy excited about summer, I love summer. I think that winter should only last from october (so we get some fall) through January 1st. After that it should be spring.I'm glad to know this summer will be different than the last, my unsurities (is that a word?) gone. Taking control! woo.okay thats all I guess.
