THOSE Unforgettable Hands.
Deep inside me,
a part whispers truths
I can't ignore.
I can’t build my happiness
on the broken dreams
of my seven-year-old self,
with eyes wide open,
arms reaching for justice
that’s eluded him like fog,
shifting and fading
just out of reach.
THOSE hands—
the ones I can’t...
a part whispers truths
I can't ignore.
I can’t build my happiness
on the broken dreams
of my seven-year-old self,
with eyes wide open,
arms reaching for justice
that’s eluded him like fog,
shifting and fading
just out of reach.
THOSE hands—
the ones I can’t...