If we knew what God was made of
we would be ashamed to be a part of the divine
Can I give you what the Earth gives you?
Who am I to take away what you’ve been given?
Maybe hands are not meant to hold
Maybe hands are meant to let go and shiver
How can I be good and human at the same time?
I knock on my chest to make sure it’s still there and alive
Was it me? Did I cause this?
You open a window to the world and I keep quiet
What is the difference between living and dying?
(I tried counting the stars once)
What is the difference between children burying their mothers and mothers burying their children?
(Is it even possible?)
I keep saying to myself:
God will know what to do
The clouds will know what to do
The hollow seas will know what to do
But is there anybody willing to listen?
Maybe hands are not meant to hold
Maybe hands are meant to let go and shiver
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