These hands
Did good and bad things
Touched "The" death
And sometimes saved life
These hands
Greeted presidents
And they had to say goodbye to their parents
These hands
Have built a lot
Destroyed a lot too
But they can be proud of what they are
These hands
Touched their idols
Sometimes hurt against walls
And never hid in gloves
These hands
Touched your sweet face,
Since you left
They closed in a fist,
And they wait only for a thing,
That you finally come back so they can open again
These hands
Did small and great things
Never were scared
Of committing themselves
These hands
Have touched the ground of so many countries
Have shaken the hands of so many people
These hands
They raised from dirt
Know fear and pain
They want to reach the stars
These hands
Try to brand the history
They’re able of everything
But to make you stay
These hands
Touched your sweet face,
Since you left
They closed in a fist,
And they wait only for a thing,
That you finally come back so they can open again
The thumb to show that you're the only one
The index pointed on you, so the world knows that you belong to me.
The middle for the one who will not understand it
The ring finger waits for a yes.
And the little one will always raise itself when this hand, will take yours.
Coz these hands are mine
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