Tuesday, 7 October 2008

But my hands are empty

My hands are empty
Lines though faint and dark
On my palms and fingers
End analysis is always stark

But my hands are empty
Innocent of blame
They don’t accept or deny
But maybe secretly proclaim

For my hands are empty
Everything slips away
Here now then gone
Hope alone stays in the fray

Empty hand, empty hands
That is all
Words could help
If only they would call

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