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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
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
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
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 are never broken
We are God’s eyes
God’s hands
God’s mind
We are God’s eyes
God’s hands
God’s heart
We are God’s eyes
God’s hands
God’s eyes
We are God’s hands
We are God’s hands

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Ruke

Da mogu reći svetu samo jednu stvar
rekla bih da smo svi ok
i da nema brige jer brige su uzaludne
i beskorisne u vremenu kao što je ovo
Neće me napraviti beskorisnom
neću sedeti skrštenih ruku u očajanju
Sabraću se oko svoje vere
Jer svetlosti se tama najviše boji
Moje ruke su male, znam
Ali one nisu tvoje, one su samo moje
Ali one nisu tvoje, one su samo moje
I ja se nikada ne slamam
Siromaštvo je ukralo tvoje zlatne cipele
Nije ti ukralo smeh
I bol je posetila moje srce
Ali znala sam da to nije zauvek
Mi ćemo se boriti, ne iz inata
Jer neko se mora boriti za pravdu
Jer tamo gde je čovek bez glasa
Tamo naši će otići pevajući
Moje ruke su male, znam
Ali one nisu tvoje, one su samo moje
Ali one nisu tvoje, one su samo moje
Ja se nikada ne slamam
Na kraju se samo dobrota računa
Na kraju se samo dobrota računa
Pašću na kolena, i moliću se
Pašću na kolena, i moliću se
Moje ruke su male, znam
Ali one nisu tvoje, one su samo moje
Ali one nisu tvoje, one su samo moje
I ja se nikada ne slamam
Moje ruke su male, znam
Ali one nisu tvoje, one su samo moje
Ali one nisu tvoje, one su samo moje
I ja se nikada ne slamam
Mi se nikada ne slamamo
Mi smo Božije oči
Božije ruke
Božiji um
Mi smo Božije oči
Božije ruke
Božije srce
Mi smo Božije oči
Božije ruke
Božije oči
Mi smo Božije ruke
Mi smo Božije ruke