Hands

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

postcard showing a cast of Picasso's Hand, 1944, photo by Brassai

lyric fragment from Jewel's song Hands (album Spirit 1998)