Hold My Hands

Yeah...
Hands hurt.
Heart hard.
Still here.
Hands been through pain,
hands been through hell,
Ten cold digits got
stories to tell.
Hands shake first,
then they go still,
Life in the palm,
yeah,
choose your will.
Hands on the work,
hands on the fight,
Hands on the wrong,
hands on the right.
Hands show truth
when the words don't fit,
Hands decide,
yeah,
hands don't quit.
Hands sore
from the wall
when the temper broke,
Knuckles split,
blood drip,
pain stay woke.
Hands clenched tight
when the bills don't wait,
Fist full of stress,
jaw full of hate.
Hands learn quick what silence cost,
Every scar another line I crossed.
Hands been dirty,
hands been clean,
Same ten fingers on
both those scenes.
Trigger finger twitch,
then I pull it back,
Breath get short
when the nerves go black.
Hands remember every hit I gave,
Every time I stood
or I didn't save.
Hands been through pain,
hands been through hell,
Ten cold digits got
stories to tell.
Hands shake first,
then they go still,
Life in the palm,
yeah,
choose your will.
Hands on the work,
hands on the fight,
Hands on the wrong,
hands on the right.
Hands show truth
when the words don't fit,
Hands decide,
yeah,
hands don't quit.
Hands feel heavy
when the night too long,
Sweat on the grip
when the world go wrong.
Hands throw punches,
hands hold scars,
Hands on the wheel,
chase headlight stars.
Hands build bread,
hands break doors,
Hands shake hands,
hands start wars.
Hands don't lie
when the mouth stay shut,
Hands do evil,
hands lift us up.
Then a tiny hand
wrap my finger tight...
Skin
so warm... grip
so light...
No fear there... no hate learned...
Whole damn world in
that little turn.
That small hand don't
know my sins...
Don't know
where my hands been...
Just squeeze once
like "stay right here"...
And the noise go
quiet... picture clear...
Hands
that hurt still hands
that protect,
Same rough palms show real respect.
Hands
that swing still hands
that pray,
Depends what you choose
when it's time to act.
Pain don't vanish,
scars don't fade,
But hands can change how
the next move made.
I done dirt,
I done wrong,
I admit that bit,
But I won't let
these hands forget.
Hands been through pain,
hands been through hell,
Ten cold digits got
stories to tell.
Hands shake first,
then they go still,
Life in the palm,
yeah,
choose your will.
Hands on the work,
hands on the fight,
Hands on the wrong,
hands on the right.
From broken knuckles to baby grip,
Hands decide,
yeah,
hands don't quit.
Hands carry weight.
Hands carry life.
What you do with 'em,
that's the line.