Hands

Physical Abuse

"You laid your hands on my heart

You laid your hands on my soul.

You laid your hands on my brain

You soon then took control.

You laid your hands on my love

And you ripped it out of my chest

You know what runs me down

You love to hurt me best

A man with hands which are so strong, that once embraced my shell

Has turned into a man with hands that bring me to my hell.

How could those hands act so bi-polar? They switch just like a light.

The ones that leave a color of blue, are the ones that would hold me at night.

Instead, with these hands, hold them together every night and day.

For your hands can heal, so bend down and kneel, look to the sky and pray."