I want gentle hands that move soft and slow,
I want those hands to take what I know.

I want those hands to keep me safe from the world,
I want those hands to hold me like a little girl.

The little girl that I never got to be,
The little girl that was taken away from me.

I want those hands to touch me and not the other way around,
I want those hands to help me up, not drop me to the ground.

I want hands to show me that I don’t have to be scared,
I want hands to touch me like they really care.

I want those hands to teach me how to love,
I want those hands to hold me up way above.

I want your hand wrapped around mine,
I want you to hold it until the end of time.