I started this off as a random sort of thing. Odd really, the way it turned out. Sort of just came to life and ran away with my initial word (hands). I was pleasantly srprised. I even have music to it! I just need to find a piano and someone who knows how to read/write music...
Your calloused hands are cracked and broken
Bearing the weight of all these years
Speaking of years beyond our lifetimes
Bearing scars for what you gave for mine
But I know your broken hands are worth
The world, and more, oh, so much more
Even if the world just looks through you
And you’re my world
You knew me before my memory
And it’s been years and years since then
And those children that we are no more
Watch our boat sail from the shore
They wonder if we’ll ever make it
Back to where we were with them
One day we will make our way back
To those children on the shore,
And, did I tell you?
Did you know?
Puppy, you’re my world.
And your hands are cracked and broken
And they’re worth the world and so much more
And even if the world looks through me,
You know, you’re my world
Your face is lined and broken,
Your hands are chapped and cracked
And while my hands are smooth and cared for,
It’s only ‘cause you cared for me
You worked for me, just us two
Our happy little family
You and me
Your hands are broken, cracked, and lined
Hard from calloused-over sores
While they’re bared to the freezing wind,
Mine are warm, and swallowed up in yours
As we make our way back to those children,
Waiting on the shore
And did I tell you?
Did you know?
You know, you’re my world.