Title: Small Hands, Heavy Worlds (Verse 1) Small shoes walking down the hall, echoes bouncing off the walls. Too quiet for a child his age, like he’s learned to turn the page. Little eyes that learned to read, every silence, every need. Listening for a distant tone, hoping he’s not all alone. (Pre-Chorus) And every night he holds his breath, waiting for what happens next… (Chorus) Small hands, heavy worlds to hold, stories no one ever told. Carrying more than they should know, learning things too soon, too slow. Tiny heart, too much to feel, trying hard to make it real… but the weight they carry on shouldn’t be there when they’re young. (Drop – vocal idea) “Just hold on… just hold on…” (Verse 2) Broken voices through the walls, shadows dancing down the halls. Every word a quiet storm, every silence not so warm. He builds worlds inside his mind, safer places he can find. Where no fear can reach his chest, where he finally gets to rest. (Pre-Chorus) But morning comes and pulls him back, to a world that fades to black… (Chorus) Small hands, heavy worlds to hold, stories no one ever told. Carrying more than they should know, learning things too soon, too slow. Tiny heart, too much to feel, trying hard to make it real… but the weight they carry on shouldn’t be there when they’re young. (Bridge – very soft, almost whispered) If someone saw beyond the smile, stayed with him a little while… would it change the way it ends, if he knew that he had friends? (Final Chorus – slightly lifted) Small hands… still reaching out, through the fear and through the doubt. Maybe love can still be found, even where it’s breaking down. Tiny heart, still learns to beat, even in the coldest streets… and maybe if we hear them now, we can show them… they’re not alone. (Outro) You’re not alone… you’re not alone…
