The Ultimate Answer

When people ask me questions like these:

1) Why are you working for an NGO?
2) Why fight for what is right, we believe in what you say anyway, isn't that enough?
3) Why stay in that hell of a place called law school?
4) Why, why, why?

I don't actually burst into this song, I try to deliver the lines as flatly as possible [there's really no difference, come to think of;)] This is my standard answer:

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 idled with despair
I'll 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 heartache came to visit me but i knew it wasn't ever after
We will 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

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 pray I will get down on my knees, and I will pray

We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's eyes