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Little Hands, Big Hearts
I watched them on the corner with cheap shoes and bright eyes,
Trading dragons for a sandwich, building planets out of sand.
They don’t ask for reasons, they don’t keep telling endless lies,
When someone falls, the whole world stops to walk.
They speak in easy sentences, in honesty and dirt,
No armor on their shoulders, no lessons learned from hurt.
Little hands, big hearts, teach me how to start,
How to share the daylight, how to stitch the dark.
Simple rules, crooked lines, laughing through the scars —
If we learned to live like children, we could learn to live as one.
Little hands, big hearts, show me where to run.
They sit cross-legged on the pavement, they're laughing in the rain,
Names don’t come with borders, and tomorrow’s not a threat.
They forgive a little faster than we ever will again,
And keep a promise with the kind of faith we forget.
Their fights don’t last forever, their songs don’t need a stage,
They build a house of paper and invite you to step in.
Little hands, big hearts, teach me how to start,
How to share the daylight, how to stitch the dark.
Simple rules, crooked lines, laughing through the scars —
If we learned to live like children, we could learn to live as one.
Little hands, big hearts, show me where to run.
Drop your suitcase at the doorway, kick your shoes out in the hall,
Come back down to the kitchen floor where every stranger’s just a friend.
Let curiosity replace the answers we defend —
We’ll trade our thinking for a sandbox and a plan.
They hold on with both hands, then let go with a grin,
They don’t count who’s winning, they just love to begin.
Little hands, big hearts, teach me how to start,
How to share the daylight, how to stitch the dark.
Simple rules, crooked lines, laughing through the scars —
If we learned to live like children, we could learn to live as one.
Little hands, big hearts, lead us to the sun.
So pass the ball and pass the bread,
Say hello, forget the dread —
Little hands, big hearts, show us how to be human.
Track from the album "Canary In The Coalmine"
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By Walker GI watched them on the corner with cheap shoes and bright eyes,
Trading dragons for a sandwich, building planets out of sand.
They don’t ask for reasons, they don’t keep telling endless lies,
When someone falls, the whole world stops to walk.
They speak in easy sentences, in honesty and dirt,
No armor on their shoulders, no lessons learned from hurt.
Little hands, big hearts, teach me how to start,
How to share the daylight, how to stitch the dark.
Simple rules, crooked lines, laughing through the scars —
If we learned to live like children, we could learn to live as one.
Little hands, big hearts, show me where to run.
They sit cross-legged on the pavement, they're laughing in the rain,
Names don’t come with borders, and tomorrow’s not a threat.
They forgive a little faster than we ever will again,
And keep a promise with the kind of faith we forget.
Their fights don’t last forever, their songs don’t need a stage,
They build a house of paper and invite you to step in.
Little hands, big hearts, teach me how to start,
How to share the daylight, how to stitch the dark.
Simple rules, crooked lines, laughing through the scars —
If we learned to live like children, we could learn to live as one.
Little hands, big hearts, show me where to run.
Drop your suitcase at the doorway, kick your shoes out in the hall,
Come back down to the kitchen floor where every stranger’s just a friend.
Let curiosity replace the answers we defend —
We’ll trade our thinking for a sandbox and a plan.
They hold on with both hands, then let go with a grin,
They don’t count who’s winning, they just love to begin.
Little hands, big hearts, teach me how to start,
How to share the daylight, how to stitch the dark.
Simple rules, crooked lines, laughing through the scars —
If we learned to live like children, we could learn to live as one.
Little hands, big hearts, lead us to the sun.
So pass the ball and pass the bread,
Say hello, forget the dread —
Little hands, big hearts, show us how to be human.
Track from the album "Canary In The Coalmine"