Come Hold His Hand

Come hold his hand Just because they're gnarled and old Doesn't mean hes lost his soul To have a moment that he knows Someone sees him not as he shows Has anyone got any insight Peoples words are left and right they hold no heed infact they bite What could possibly make him smile When's the last time, think a while Perhaps his face is frozen stiff Ever thought to unlock it Another Man dies the world rolls on Do you understand who he was? Those hands once young his face once bright The weight of life has left him a sight He's still that young man inside The gnarled old skin a place to hide A story to be told for each scar worn A lifetime of pain to be reborn In his eyes you can still see Just who he used to be Don't mistake the outer exterior He's inside not inferior The hardest Men will get old Remember that when being bold His hands may be gnarled and scared A sign of his love for his family tarred