Hands

There are hands like lilies in white
 And hands like roses in bloom
 There are hands that hold on too tight
 And others that let go too soon
 There are hands that wanna take what is yours
 And hands that much rather share
 There are rough insensitive parts
 And gentle hands folded in prayer
 Folded in prayer
 Folded in prayer
 The hand is a servant of the heart
 Some bring pieces together
 While others break pieces apart
 Others break pieces apart
 There are soft hands full of melancholy
 And hands that tremble with fright
 Some little ease but passionately
 While others are awkward and shy
 A baby's hand, so honest and small
 Still carries nothing of its own
 Furrowed hand that has seen it all
 Are calm in the evenings since glow
 About to let go
 About to let go
 The hand is a servant of the heart
 Some bring pieces together
 While others break pieces apart
 Others break pieces apart
 You can take mine whoever you are
 You can take mine whoever you are
 Like the difference in people alive
 So is the difference in hands
 Some are fluttering birds in the sky
 That no living soul understands
 Like fluttering birds up in the sky
 That no living soul understands
 The soul understands
 The soul understands