Petals In The Grass
The Hands
The hands that hurt me
Have long turned to dust
The hands that comforted me
Are off fulfilling their lust
The hands that wiped my tears
Are vivid from my past
The hands that wore my rings
A love that didn't last
The hands that touched me
Touch me no more
The hands that punished me
Are still full of scorn
The hands that greeted me
Have moved and gone away
The hands that prosecuted me
Still prosecute me today
Have long turned to dust
The hands that comforted me
Are off fulfilling their lust
The hands that wiped my tears
Are vivid from my past
The hands that wore my rings
A love that didn't last
The hands that touched me
Touch me no more
The hands that punished me
Are still full of scorn
The hands that greeted me
Have moved and gone away
The hands that prosecuted me
Still prosecute me today
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The Hands
The Hands
