[Intro] This song is for the children. Not because they need saving, but because they remind us who we were. We write love songs for the people we fall for. We sing for our friends, our families. And today, we sing for the little ones. The real angels we ever meet. You don't need to have a child to love them, because the child you once was is still inside you. Still hoping, still shining. So this one, this one is for them. And for the kid in you. Small hands, big light. Small hands, big light. [Verse 1] Small shoes by the doorway, running where the morning starts. Crayon suns on paper, a whole sky from little hearts. Milk mustache laughing, two teeth missing in the smile. Asking why the moon comes, then waiting for a while. [Pre-Chorus] That little spark of wonder, learning how to shine. Tiny open windows to a world still kind. Before the world gets busy, before the lines divide, before the noise grows louder than the magic in the light. [Chorus] Small hands, big light. Running through the room. Little hearts wide open like flowers after noon. Small hands, big light. Bright eyes, brave and new This is not a song of sorrow, this love is for you. (La-la-la) Lift them higher (La-la-la) Let them shine. Every child is morning, borrowed for a time. [Verse 2] Some stories paint them smaller than any child should seen. But I have seen them sharing half a sweet and all their dreams. Making peace in seconds with the whole world in their eyes. Turning simple moments into something bright. [Pre-Chorus] A question is a doorway, a giggle is a spark. A tiny hand can guide you when you forget your heart. Before the world gets clever, before the kindness hides, before somebody teaches little joy to step aside. [Chorus] Small hands, big light. Running through the room. Little hearts wide open like flowers after noon. Small hands, big light. Bright eyes, brave and new This is not a song of sorrow, this love is for you. (La-la-la) Lift them higher (La-la-la) Let them shine. Every child is morning, borrowed for a time. [Bridge] May the arms that hold them, hold them soft and true. May the eyes that see them, see the miracle they do. May the world remember what it once forgot. Children aren't the ending, children are the start. [Chorus] Small hands, big light. Running through the room. Little hearts wide open like flowers after noon. Small hands, big light. Bright eyes, brave and new. This is not a song of sorrow, this love is for you. (La-la-la) Lift them higher. (La-la-la) Let them shine. Every child is morning, borrowed for a time. [Outro] Small hands, big light. This love is for you. Small hands, big light. [End] © Quantum Soul 2026 All rights reserved
