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When my father’s hands touch me I could feel the spirits of the past When my father’s hands embrace me It feels like the whole world is hugging me back My father’s hands are not soft There you could find every drop of sweat Because he earned his bread By working and not lying My father’s hands  are not sinful They hide the rightfulness of everything he has done until now My father’s hands have taught me to love the freedom My father’s hands have shown me how to find the northern star and that every way I took could bring me back home My father’s hands have taught me To respect people by their efforts not their wealth My father’s hands have taught me To be honest and sincere My father’s hands have taught me To love the mornings Because the day doesn’t start at noon My father’s hands have taught me To love the evening Because every warrior needs his rest My father’s hands gave me My first allowance My father’s hands gave me My first lesson of life My father’s hands were there When I have made the first step My father’s hands were There when I first fall down and every other time after that And when I feel scared I always look for my father’s hands Because in my father’s hands It’s the safest place to be
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 5:29 AM UTC
The safest place
When my father’s hands touch me I could feel the spirits of the past When my father’s hands embrace me It feels like the whole world is hugging me back My father’s hands are not soft There you could find every drop of sweat Because he earned his bread By working and not lying My father’s hands  are not sinful They hide the rightfulness of everything he has done until now My father’s hands have taught me to love the freedom My father’s hands have shown me how to find the northern star and that every way I took could bring me back home My father’s hands have taught me To respect people by their efforts not their wealth My father’s hands have taught me To be honest and sincere My father’s hands have taught me To love the mornings Because the day doesn’t start at noon My father’s hands have taught me To love the evening Because every warrior needs his rest My father’s hands gave me My first allowance My father’s hands gave me My first lesson of life My father’s hands were there When I have made the first step My father’s hands were There when I first fall down and every other time after that And when I feel scared I always look for my father’s hands Because in my father’s hands It’s the safest place to be
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 5:29 AM UTC
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