I don't know why it's so hard to understand,
The beautiful workings of a human hand,
It can help, hurt our heal,
Sometimes it can help you feel,
Hands can strangle, maim, and destroy,
But they can also create and love and be kind,
They are gods must wonderful tool,
As long as you can follow the rules,
To use them to caress and sketch and write,
Not to bring anger and plight,
Don't trust the grace of God's given gifts,
Because like their owners they can sometimes go amiss.
