My hands
Are the face you don’t see
The tools of survival
The givers, the thieves
The builders and destroyers
Without my hands I am handicapped
With my hands I can love
And make life grow.
My hands
Are the face you don’t see
The tools of survival
The givers, the thieves
The builders and destroyers
Without my hands I am handicapped
With my hands I can love
And make life grow.