Sunday, December 11, 2005

hands

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
[jewel, hands]


Today I nearly fell apart. Today I picked myself back up. Today I begin anew.

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