Looking for that hand to hold

The one that provided warmth

On the coldest nights

 

Now all that surrounds me

Are hands, clawed and cold

Greedily searching for weakness

 

Frigid hands seek only that

Which fill holes in their soul

Looking for respite from relentless pain

 

Tepid hands seek only that

Which fill holes in your soul

Looking for power in being Savior

 

Healing hands seek only that

Which hold back

Until broken spirits are free to soar again