I looked at my hands, they are so small
How could I ever change your ways?
My fingers short, soft, breakable
I could use them only to hide my face.

I looked at my feet, they are not fast
How could I ever run away?
Or is their purpose something else?
Am I supposed to stay?

I looked at my face, it seemed so scared
How could I show you strenght ?
Or should I always smile for you,
And have in all a little faith?

I looked at my heart, it's full of love
And always dries your tears
It gives such strenght to you, me both
Just stay and I'll let go of my fears