They were soft and small and helpless
Played with toys and colored lines
Always reaching out for something
Or someone those hands of mine
And the world through them were hopeful
And the world through them was fine
They could touch the sun and reach the stars at night
Those little hands of mine
Hands of mine
They've known cold and they've known fire
Written inspired on the page
Held my son and both my daughters
When into this world they came
They've taken life in the forest
Been broken, bloody and in chains
Worn wedding rings and tattoo's
Trained to fight and heal the same
Done the devil's work by day
Prayed the rossary at night
Caressed the face of my lover
And held her to me tight
Hands of mine
They let me speak to you in music
Play my guitar up on the stage
Earned me everything that I own
Not just my own life they have saved
Hands of mine
