Boy With 100 Hands

A boy with one hundred hands
 Came groping through the dark
 And stumbled upon the light you gave off
 And fell gently into your arms
 One hand it held the earth
 Another stirred the sea
 One handed you a key and said:
 We've come to set you free
 'Cause you're better than the world you live in
 The gossips and the clowns
 Deep in your darkest dungeon singing
 So no one can hear a sound
 So no hand can come to pick you up
 And no hand can pull you down
 I drew a picture book
 With pictures green and blue
 And sent them off to a museum
 All this I did for you
 But one hand had used your heart
 Held beating in the light
 With a heart like that one hundred hands
 Could never paint quite right
 'Cause you're better than the world you live in
 And nobody told you so
 Trapped in your ghetto gardening
 With no helping hand to grow
 Just one hand to hold you in my heart
 And one hand to let you go