Healing Hands, Heal Me
Lonely life in the city
Same thing day in and day out
Subway, trains, planes and cranes
Needing a change without a doubt
There’s more to life than this
So everyone always says
My knight will come one day
Yeah, someday I will be his
He has the kind of hands
Strong and firm you see
Longing for him to take me
Mend me, caress me
Healing hands, heal me
I see him everyday
Lunch time at the corner diner
Staring out the window
No one could look the finer
Daydreams as I watch him
Oblivious to my yearn
He goes about his day
When will it be my turn?
He has the kind of hands
Strong and firm you see
Longing for him to take me
Mend me, caress me
Healing hands, heal me
So as the sun sets
On my life without love
Will I ever, ever have
That man I always dreamed of?
And as I close my eyes at night
Whispering as I dream
I say a prayer to God above
Only he knows what I need
He has the kind of hands
Strong and firm you see
Longing for him to take me
Mend me, caress me
Healing hands, heal me
He has the kind of hands
Strong and firm you see
Longing for him to take me
Mend me, caress me
Healing hands, heal me
*Written for John Heck’s Dear John contest. Based on Elton John/Bearnie Taupin song
title- Healing Hands
Copyright © Jod!E Quintero | Year Posted 2011
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