In the end only kindness matters

　　In the end

　　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

　　I won't be idle with despair

　　I'll 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 will fight not out of spite

　　for someone must stand up for what's right

　　'causeswheresthere'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