These Hands

Woke at night
In the darkness
A stranger rests
Upon your heart

Between the thoughts
The ones that weaken
The ones that seem
Too great to bear

Don't be afraid
These hands
These hands are pierced
The violence is gone
The violence is gone

Woke at dawn
Through the window
The journey calls
And you must go

Don't be afraid
These hands
These hands will dry
The tears on your face
The tears on your face