They were soft and small and helpless Played with toys and colored lines Always reaching out for something Or someone those hands of mine And the world through them were hopeful And the world through them was fine They could touch the sun and reach the stars at night Those little hands of mine Hands of mine They've known cold and they've known fire Written inspired on the page Held my son and both my daughters When into this world they came They've taken life in the forest Been broken, bloody and in chains Worn wedding rings and tattoo's Trained to fight and heal the same Done the devil's work by day Prayed the rossary at night Caressed the face of my lover And held her to me tight Hands of mine They let me speak to you in music Play my guitar up on the stage Earned me everything that I own Not just my own life they have saved Hands of mine