I See My Hand In Front Of Me
I See It Play With The Sun And Cringe When It's Burned.
I Feel The ***** When I Lay A Finger Upon A Needle, I See My Finger Bleed.
I See My Hand, I Feel It - But I Don't Know How It Works.
I Don't Care About Chemistry Or Physical Science Or About The Millions Of Blood Vessels And Nerves And Molecules Inside My Brain, Signalling My Hand To Obey My Every Order.

I've Seen Many A Hand, And They're Beautiful.
Just Like Yours Or Mine.
I've Seen Brown Hands, Black Hands, Pale Hands With Blue Streaks That Bleed Red When Cut.

I Feel My Hand, I Know It's There.
I Can Touch And Feel And Hurt And Scare,
But How It Works, I Don't Care.