Gentle Hand
Gentle Hand
Father take me by the hand
Oh please father for once leave me where I stand
With my deep footprints that tarnished the land
Let me stay in this place
Don’t make haste
I can’t take another look at your teary eyed face
Looking dead on me
Standing in front of you I meet my reflection I don’t want to see
Thick blood stains my hands as I stand under you
I want you gone but there is not much more I can do
Love so strong it counteracts me
My worth is changing and you’re forcing me to see
You wrote words of such strong meaning
I am on a teeter-totter swinging
One minute I am up with you out of the drowning wave
Next minute I am back going down into the grave
I am too young and immature to go through your change
My weary feet don’t have much range
Don’t keep dragging me along
It feels wrong
But most of the feeling is deep inside
Leave me please; this feeling I can’t describe
I take a walk among the trees
Your creation is grabbing my shoulders trying to bring me to my knees
God don’t you understand?
A long time ago I let go of your hand!...
I am a fire
Blazing through your forest that is a little tired
Erupting all sober
I am dying again all over
I am just a miserable sight
Trying to cover your light
That you ignited in me
I counted 1, 2, 3
But I am still here
Your hand is back and near
Now I try to hide myself with fear
It’s too late
I meet your teary eyes; this time it was fate
For the last time your gentle hand grabs mine
And I feel fine
Copyright © Aidan Gilbert | Year Posted 2016
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