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Oh I wish I could help
Help with my little hands.
But when I talk my voice feels gone
And I cannot take a stand.
I have many woes
One of them: feeling weak.
And when my foes come along
I feel so very meek.
I have many thoughts
Running through my head.
They clutter up; My brain's a sponge
I cannot go to bed.
Oh I wish I could help
Maybe I can
My hands are able.
I'll build a table.
Then I can take a stand.
I can help.
I'll use my voice and tell them all.
I'll tell the big and tell the small.
"We can unite; We don't need to fight.
What other choice do we have?"