With these hands I have killed
The stains won't wash away
These hands hold painful memory
With these hands I have healed
I took away your hurt
These hands hold medicine
These hands of mine are fragile, but rough
I have worked with these hands
Kept my self alive
I 've survived
Each fear is a story
That can never be told
You won't ever understand the power they hold
There are secrets that I can never unfold
With these hand I've created
Given life to new ideas
I've implanted and taken away fear
I've wiped away and caused tears
The skin on these hands will one day be renewed
Positive in what I'll do
The stains will fade
I will learn to be rich with out being paid
How will I use these hands today?