Hands that are unable, Doesn't mean they are useless
If your hands are not able To lift the burden of this heavy world Let it remain pure From unnecessary violence. If your fingers are not able To wipe away tears from your cheeks, Don't let it inscribe wounds On a fragile soul. We are not always strong, Not always able to be heroes. But there is another power, That does not require sweat and perspiration: Verbal kindness. When your steps feel short To walk with them, At least don't be a wall That blocks their path. When your mouth has the power To voice thousands of meanings, Choose words that build, Not those that destroy.
Because the tongue has no bones But it is sharp, More than a sword That stabs deep. Be a small light, That illuminates the path of others, Or at least, Don't be a shadow That covers their hopes. A hand that is unable, Doesn't mean it's useless. It can pray, It can comfort. A wise mouth, More than just words. It is a bridge, Between the heart and humanity. If your own hands do not reach, Let your heart replace them. And if your mouth trembles, Make sure it whispers love. Then the world will be lighter, Not only for them, But also for you.
