Hands
Shadows Cased Upon My Withering Tears
These Hands Know The Ups And Downs Of All My Pains
Throughout These Lungful Years
They Know My Loses And Achieving Gains

We All Have Hands, As We Grow
Palms Face Us In Every Way
Sorrow, Joy, Happiness, Fear: Is What They Know
From The Moment We Were Born, To This Very Day

Although They Cannot Hear, Talk, Nor See
All Our Hands Will Differ
From You And Me
But All Will Be Nothing But A Giver

They Carry Your Strength, Help You To Feel
These Are Our Hands, The Last Of Us That Remains So Real