Hands Lyrics

We watched him grow too quickly

Untampered steel for the war

There's so much left to do here

He's not prepared for what's in store

Oh God please tell me it's not over

This innocence that we fought for

Did we give him too much shelter

Now we shove him out the door

Now I'm staring at the end, want to start again, want to hold on

Now I'm crying from my knees, God just hear me please, watch over my sweet son

The grim reminders are around us

Was it really like this when we were young

How can they survive in this madness

It's like the world's pointing a gun

Now I'm staring at the end, want to start again, want to hold on

Now I'm crying from my knees, God just hear me please, watch over my sweet son

Now a peace comes over me

I hear a whisper in the breeze

His child is going to be fine

The hands that hold him are much bigger than mine

The hands that hold him are much bigger than mine