Tiny Hands, Tiny Heart

Lyrics You want rights on a silver plate Then you slam the gate and change the state You want grace when the crowd looks on Then you spit on mine when the lights are gone You talk compassion, soft and clean Then laugh at babies in between You want the banner, want the crowd Want the praise when you stand so proud But when the truth starts asking why You look away and let it die You call it freedom, call it real But your freedom got a hidden deal If it’s your loss, you start to rage If it’s my loss, you turn the page Tiny hands, tiny heart Bigger than a lie Every soul got worth Before it sees the sky If it’s small, it’s still alive If it’s there, it still can cry We don’t draw a line Just to call it right You want the crowd to clap along Even when the story’s wrong You draw the line where it suits your face Then act surprised when I call disgrace That truth never changed Tiny hands, tiny heart Bigger than a lie Every soul got worth Before it sees the sky You can talk about freedom Talk about choice But who speaks up For that silent voice? A frame on a screen A flicker, a name A life made known Not a pile of blame Tiny hands, tiny heart Bigger than a lie Every soul got worth Before it sees the sky If it’s small, it’s still alive If it’s there, it still can cry We don’t draw a line Just to call it right I believe grace Means we guard the small If a door is open We should answer the call There’s pain in the room I won’t lie, I know Hard roads, hard nights And hearts laid low So bring the help Bring the home Bring the hope So no one walks alone But help ain’t healing If we cut that thread We love by lifting The living instead Hands up, hearts open We can do better Tell the truth straight Then bind that letter Tiny hands, tiny heart Bigger than a lie Every soul got worth Before it sees the sky If it’s small, it’s still alive If it’s there, it still can cry We don’t draw a line Just to call it right Father of mercy Guide our tongue Let us be a refuge For the broken young I’ve seen brave women Carry the weight I’ve seen prayer rise Like a flood through the gate Not every answer Comes easy or clean But love don’t kill To make itself seen We fight for mothers We fight for sons We fight for daughters Before life’s done So if my voice shakes I’ll still say clear That child is precious And the stakes are here From first tiny spark To the final day Life is sacred That’s the way I pray Tiny hands, tiny heart Bigger than a lie Every soul got worth Before it sees the sky If it’s small, it’s still alive If it’s there, it still can cry We don’t draw a line Just to call it right And when the crowd comes hard I won’t fold I’ll stand on mercy I’ll stand on soul