[Ripple Intro: a single water drop, then a ripple, haunting uilleann pipes drone, no vocals] [Intro: spoken, calm and confident, bodhran heartbeat enters] They told me the world is cold... so I should be colder. I didn't listen. [Verse 1: confident half-rapped with a subtle Jamaican accent, laid-back bounce, 808 and bodhran] Bus pulling off and she's short on the fare Stranger at her back says "I got you," no stare Didn't want a thank you, didn't want a name Just a coin in the box and he went on his way She made it on time, so she paid it ahead Bought the old night guard a coffee and bread Twelve hours a night and nobody would see him Now one cup of warm and the morning could free him [Pre-Chorus: bodhran builds, uilleann pipes rise, stomps] They say the world is cruel, so you gotta be cold Keep your hand closed tight, keep your heart controlled But I've seen what a little bit of light can do One hand opens, and it passes through [Chorus: defiant anthem chant, full beat, Celtic fiddle, female crowd call-and-response] Kind is a weapon (they can't take away!) Kind is a weapon (they can't take away!) Soft ain't weak, it's a fire in the rain Open your hand and pass it down the chain Kind is a weapon (they can't take away!) Raise it up! (Raise it up!) Pass it on! (Pass it on!) Kind is a weapon (they can't take away!) [Verse 2: confident half-rapped with a subtle Jamaican accent, laid-back bounce, 808 and Celtic fiddle] Guard heading home sees a kid on his own Splits his breakfast on the step, says "You ain't alone" Kid runs off and sees a grandmother strain Carries every bag through her door in the rain Grandmother walking, sees a man on a bench Head hanging low with his fists in a clench Sat right beside him, didn't ask, just stayed Same man from the bus, lost his job that day Gave away his last few coins anyway [Pre-Chorus: bodhran builds, uilleann pipes rise, stomps] They say the world is cruel, so you gotta be cold Keep your hand closed tight, keep your heart controlled But I've seen what a little bit of light can do One hand opens, and it passes through [Chorus: defiant anthem chant, full beat, Celtic fiddle, female crowd call-and-response] Kind is a weapon (they can't take away!) Kind is a weapon (they can't take away!) Soft ain't weak, it's a fire in the rain Open your hand and pass it down the chain Kind is a weapon (they can't take away!) Raise it up! (Raise it up!) Pass it on! (Pass it on!) Kind is a weapon (they can't take away!) [Bridge: beat drops to pipe organ and uilleann pipes, half-spoken, defiant] They sell you anger by the hour But every gentle thing is an act of power They profit when we're cruel, they profit when we're cold So I stay soft... that's how I take control [Call to Action: pounding bodhran and stomps, female crowd call-and-response, building] Hold the door! (Pass it on!) Share the bread! (Pass it on!) Sit with the lonely! (Pass it on!) Lift your neighbor! (Pass it on!) Every hand! (Pass it on!) Every heart! (Pass it on!) [Final Chorus: full beat, layered harmonies, uilleann pipes and Celtic fiddle, big female crowd chant] Kind is a weapon (they can't take away!) Kind is a weapon (they can't take away!) Soft ain't weak, it's a fire in the rain Open your hand and pass it down the chain Kind is a weapon (they can't take away!) Raise it up! (Raise it up!) Pass it on! (Pass it on!) Kind is a weapon (they can't take away!) [Outro: spoken, calm and confident, uilleann pipes fade] It comes back around. It always comes back around. [End: a single water drop ripples]
