Hands Will Speak

There's no escape from here,

I'm numb to my fears.

I close my eyes to be

The fire that burns in me, in me.

I have a name,

A heartbeat.

But outcasts don't breathe, we are unkown.

I fight the shame

And the silence

At the mercy of these open wounds.

Oh, something needs to change,

But oh, I don't know what I could say.

My words are weak,

But I will speak!

You may not hear this voice

Even make a noise.

When words are weak,

These hands will speak.

They have labelled me disabilities,

But they were wrong, they are my capabilities.

Oh, something needs to change.

But oh, I don't know what I could say.

My words are weak,

But I will speak!

You may not hear this voice

Even make a noise.

When words are weak,

These hands will speak.

There's no escape from here,

I'm numb to my fears.

I close my eyes to be

The fire that burns in me.

(Hands come in,

All sizes,

But we are not divided.

Hands come in,

All sizes,

But we are not divided.)

My words are weak,

But I will speak!

You may not hear this voice

Even make a noise.

When words are weak,

Our hands will speak.

• Artist:Nadia Khristean