They hurt
Destroy and push away
The very ones we want to stay

They create and build
Up walls
They will be the ruin of us all

Hands

They war and make peace
They are scarred and
Tell stories

Hands

Hands can show love
But also show hate
They can never take back
Its always to late

Destruction
And art
So beautiful
But death and pain
Are also results
Of hands

Soft hands
Gentle touches
Rough hands
Harsh pushes

Stealing
Snatching
Hands

Young and small hands
Haven't felt the sting of life
Large and worn hands
Have felt the pain

Hands