Disclaimer:
The Slayer: I don't own Invader Zim nor do I own this song....
GirChic: Aw...
The Slayer: I know it's sad I don't own any of them...
GirChic: No it's just that, I miss my cheese...
The Slayer: 0.o
A/N: I was listen to this song not long ago and it reminded my of a war or something and I thought it would make a good songfic for this story. The song is probably from Dib point of view, on the war between Zim and the empire and his underground resistant group (H.U.R)
P.S. Yes I know this fic is simular to another, I have been told. I but I never knew until half way through it so leave me alone! And I'm sorry to the author who wrote the fic that this is simular to.
Hands
from Spirit
Jewel
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all okay
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
But it didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's hands
The End
The Slayer: Okay, there done!!!
GirChic: Why my CHEESE?! WHY?
The Slayer: you and your cheese...
GirChic: WHERE?! Where's my cheese?!
The Slayer: You scare me sometimes...
GirChic: Why CHEESE?! Why did ya have to go?!
The Slayer: probably the same reason I'm leaving, to get away from your scariness...
The Slayer: I don't own Invader Zim nor do I own this song....
GirChic: Aw...
The Slayer: I know it's sad I don't own any of them...
GirChic: No it's just that, I miss my cheese...
The Slayer: 0.o
A/N: I was listen to this song not long ago and it reminded my of a war or something and I thought it would make a good songfic for this story. The song is probably from Dib point of view, on the war between Zim and the empire and his underground resistant group (H.U.R)
P.S. Yes I know this fic is simular to another, I have been told. I but I never knew until half way through it so leave me alone! And I'm sorry to the author who wrote the fic that this is simular to.
Hands
from Spirit
Jewel
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all okay
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
But it didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's hands
The End
The Slayer: Okay, there done!!!
GirChic: Why my CHEESE?! WHY?
The Slayer: you and your cheese...
GirChic: WHERE?! Where's my cheese?!
The Slayer: You scare me sometimes...
GirChic: Why CHEESE?! Why did ya have to go?!
The Slayer: probably the same reason I'm leaving, to get away from your scariness...
