You know what?
I am not as mean as I would like to be.
And I really wish people appreciated that more.
There's a light in quiet things,
a gentle song that kindness sings.
Not always aloud, but always there.
Floating in the air.
A stranger's smile, a helping hand.
A quiet heart that understands.
No applause, no grand display.
Just a moment that lights the day.
Walking through this busy crowd.
Heart speaks softly, not too loud.
And I have learned through years gone by.
Kindness hides, but it won't die.
Hidden kindness, quietly bright.
Turning darkness into light.
A little spark, a gentle sway.
Changing lives along the way.
Hidden kindness, soft and true.
The world's a better place with you.
It's in the words you didn't speak.
The care you gave when life was weak.
It's in the hands that help unseen.
The quiet acts that keep hearts clean.
Through storms and trials we may face.
A hidden kindness finds its place.
And when the night feels cold and long,
it hums within like a quiet song.
Hidden kindness, quietly bright.
Turning darkness into light.
A little spark, a gentle sway.
Changing lives along the way.
Hidden kindness, soft and true.
The world's a better place with you.
Hidden kindness,
quietly bright.
Turning darkness into light.
A little spark, a gentle sway.
Changing lives along the way.
Hidden kindness, soft and true.
The world's a better place with you.
Hidden kindness.