Do your hands hurt?
Wait, let me see,
Don't be afraid,
Show them to me.
No need to be shy,
My hands hurt too,
They've been hurting for so long,
So I know what to do.
Have you tried medication?
So have I,
Doesn't really work,
Does it? Just makes them dry.
I tried holding someones hand,
Maybe their softness would rub off on me too,
It didn't work for me,
Maybe that is what you should do.
Some people look outside,
They look up to the sky,
And they'll scream out, "please make me better,
Or at least try."
I can see in your eyes,
That you see something above,
Something full of light,
Something full of love.
Has this helped you?
It never helped me,
I could never feel Him,
I could never really see.
My mother said,
"Put lotion on your skin"
But it doesn't live on my hands,
It lives deep within.
My father said,
"It's not real,"
You should note,
That his hands do not heal.
You need to do something,
Just do it for me,
All my hand have been doing,
Is steeping like black tea.
If you keep doing what I'm doing,
One day yours with be as black a mine,
And you'll be just like me,
Eventually just out of time.
It's too late for me,
But not for you,
Find a cure,
Go! I know it's true.
Do not worry about me,
I'm stronger than you think,
Otherwise I wouldn't be here,
I still have yet to sink.
My hands are getting tired though,
I imagine they'll give way soon,
But you'll live on,
To sing a different tune.
There is one thing,
I want you to know,
Something you'll need,
Before you go.
A piece of advice,
Passed down to me,
"Don't ever give up,
For one day you will be free."
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