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
But it didn't steal your laughter
and heart ache 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
and 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 prayI will get down on my knees,
and I will pray..."
(jewel- hands)

אני מודה- לא פרופורציונאלי, אין צורך להגיד לי 200 פעם... אבל אני לא מורידה
את הציור כי המשמעות שלו הרבה יותר חשובה לי.
ונראה לי שאני גם מורידה את זה שזה מראה לי ניקוד,
למה בכלל לנקד יצירות?
האם אנחנו נמצאים בתחרות כלשהי?
ועוד לתת לי 2 בלי לנמק? אכזריות לשמה...