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Hands of a new mother gently washing baby's little parts A little hand clasps around her thumb and touches moms heart An unconditional love that continues to grow at first glance Brings new meaning to life makes you want to take a chance Hands of a Lovers first melting touch Not being able to breathe when it gets to be too much Butterflies in the stomach and throwing all caution to the wind Two innocent souls lost in the present and trying not to sin Hands of a fighter who helped liberate our lands Bringing countries together and starting a contraband Hands of the men who were young and oh so brave Friends and comrades who lost their lives and wound up in a grave Hands of a writer, a painter, or jack of all trades Blue collar living but these hands still need to get paid Calloused strong hands and a hard working class Got obligations and bills to try and outlast Hands of a beautiful woman on her day wearing white Ring on her finger from the love of her life Hands that promise to love and cherish through all the years Comfort those worries and help face all your fears Hands weathered and touched by father time No longer seeing your lovers hand...your partner in crime True love that has gone to a much better place But the hands remain tied and forever laced
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Aug 30, 2011
Aug 30, 2011 at 6:03 PM UTC
Hands
Hands of a new mother gently washing baby's little parts A little hand clasps around her thumb and touches moms heart An unconditional love that continues to grow at first glance Brings new meaning to life makes you want to take a chance Hands of a Lovers first melting touch Not being able to breathe when it gets to be too much Butterflies in the stomach and throwing all caution to the wind Two innocent souls lost in the present and trying not to sin Hands of a fighter who helped liberate our lands Bringing countries together and starting a contraband Hands of the men who were young and oh so brave Friends and comrades who lost their lives and wound up in a grave Hands of a writer, a painter, or jack of all trades Blue collar living but these hands still need to get paid Calloused strong hands and a hard working class Got obligations and bills to try and outlast Hands of a beautiful woman on her day wearing white Ring on her finger from the love of her life Hands that promise to love and cherish through all the years Comfort those worries and help face all your fears Hands weathered and touched by father time No longer seeing your lovers hand...your partner in crime True love that has gone to a much better place But the hands remain tied and forever laced
melissa-s
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Aug 30, 2011
Aug 30, 2011 at 6:03 PM UTC
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