On My Own I Generally

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

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

I'm Becoming More And More Myself With Time. I Guess That's What Grace Is. The Refinement Of Your Soul Through Time.

So What Are We Given? We're Also Given, My Generation, The Disillusionment Of Our Parents.

Self Love Is A Great Recurring Theme, The Headwaters That Feed My Ability To Be The Best Version Of Myself In Every Other Aspect Of My Life. Self Worth Sets The Standard That Life Meets.