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Oh gentle stranger hear my plea
Before you set your dogs on me
I stole your fruit I must confess
Your lovely tree has one pear less
Last night an angel led me here
She helped me eat one golden pear
For as you see, before you stands
A starving girl who has no hands
I have no hands to make my way
To feed myself from day to day
I have no hands with which to fight
For what is mine
For what is right
Inside me lives a haunted man
He came one day and cut off my hands
And now he dwells within my breast
He vows that I shall never rest
Each morning as I wake at dawn
He lists the things that I've done wrong
And though I strive from light till dark
I never seem to make a mark
Oh God, to hold a hand in mine
Watch the fingers intertwine
To feel with my own fingertips
The softness of my lover's lipsâ¦
To dig my hands into the mud
To prick my thumb and taste the blood
One day, I swear, upon your lands
I'll grow a pair of brand new hands
(Based on The Handless Maiden â Brother's Grimm)
- Album:
- A Handmade Life
- Hey Mr. Kringle