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
hittade några rader jag fäste stor vikt vid för ett antal år sedan nu.
fina ord. tunga, men fina.
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