His Hands

[StrangeFellow]

I know a man who lived up north

In a shanty quite askey

He wanted to help everyone

Yet shattered but a few

 

He met a girl who he swore

Was made of sparkling gold

Yet her eyes wer dim with hate

The shine someone had stole

 

He tried to summon back the light

But she has many others

Shatterd within his loving hands

And died leaving her brothers

 

So this loving, caring man

Still lives in the woods

Wondering why his hands just break

Instead of doing good

 

Written for my cursed soul

 

Addition:

 

You know a man who lives up north

In a shanty quite askew

Within shutters closed

And portals barred

He lives in solitude

 

And then one day this loving man

Took his hands to his own self

He shattered bone and flesh alike

And shattered where he dwelt

 

For hands as these are dangerous

But caring's even worse

And love is nothing that can be

For one of full discourse

 

Added in rage

 

Enjoy