We will fight not outta spite, but someone must stand up for what is right, 'cuz where there is a man who has no voice, there ours shall go singing.My hands are small I know, but they are not yours they are my own, but they are not yours they are my own, and I am never broken......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