If I could tell the world just one thing It would be that we're all okay Not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful And useless in times like these Our hands are small nice weapons Of conscience if they're not idle with despair We gather ourselves around our faithful light As the darkness most feared Our hands are small, I know But they're not yours, they are our own But they're not yours, they are my own And we shall go unbroken Some things are subject to a higher law You do not own us you who never saw You won't use my hands to fight your wars To close your eyes, to cripple your doors 'Cause getting by isn't getting enough And neither is welfare or thankless jobs Because where there is a man who has no voice There our shackles sing Our hands are small, I know But they're not yours, they are my own But they're not yours, they are my own And we shall go unbroken In the end, only kindness matters In the end, only kindness matters Some things cannot be broken Some things can't be undone You cannot ever take away What has already been won Our hands are small, I know But they're not yours, they are my own But they're not yours, they are my own And we shall go unbroken We shall go unbroken