scars

when was the last time you looked down at your hands
and said thank you?
what are our hands for really?
do we need them so that we are capable to live in this unjustly commentated land?

our hands
they're pushed away
scarred by the harsh blows we so strongly beat
when do we need them?
when do we see them?
they cannot speak
nor drop a tear
it rains
and
they shade us
even though it doesn't do much good
at least they know they've tried
when we fall from grace
they embrace us ever so tightly
assuring us we will be safe
when you cry
they're there to catch your tears
they resemble our kindness
and hope
look closely into your hands
do you see the scars?
they're there you know
you just have to feel it
and once you do
don't cry
it's okey
they'll never leave your side