These hands are tattered
Callased and scarred
They're beaten and battered
Their flesh is marred
Theyre dirty with grease
The fingers are broken
They do not know peace
With these fists, words are spoken
These hands have held knives
These hands have held guns
Theyve taken the lives
Of Daughters and Sons
Theyre stained with blood
Split at the palm
Caked with mud
All innocence gone
Theyve seen it all
Theyve held the world
Theyve never fallen
Except for a girl
But theyre too rough
For a woman to like
The skin is tough
Nails like a pike
They are cursed
By heaven above
Punished worst
Theyll never know love
No theyll never know
The golden band
Or the glow
Of a Lovers soft hand.
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