The Hands

the hands , held out , they reached the sky the hands , waved , in air they fly the hands , touched , to love and to care the hands , joined , and bowed for a prayer the hands , rushed , to hold the fate the hands , pushed , wide open gates ... MY hands ... your fingers ... a touch will do carry the feelings , from me to you THOSE hands will hold me ... as they all will cry when in their hands ... I will die -------------------------------------------------------------