With closed eyes I see our hands
Outstretched arms, fingers intertwined
I wish my mind would finally decide
If you were reaching for mine
Or if you saw my hands,
Grasping in the dark
And decided, through pity,
That you would play the part
Of which is one to love a heart.
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Hands that Searched for Others
With closed eyes I see our hands
Outstretched arms, fingers intertwined
I wish my mind would finally decide
If you were reaching for mine
Or if you saw my hands,
Grasping in the dark
And decided, through pity,
That you would play the part
Of which is one to love a heart.