There are hands like lilies in white And hands like roses in bloom There are hands that hold on too tight And others that let go too soon There are hands that wanna take what is yours And hands that much rather share There are rough insensitive parts And gentle hands folded in prayer Folded in prayer Folded in prayer The hand is a servant of the heart Some bring pieces together While others break pieces apart Others break pieces apart There are soft hands full of melancholy And hands that tremble with fright Some little ease but passionately While others are awkward and shy A baby's hand, so honest and small Still carries nothing of its own Furrowed hand that has seen it all Are calm in the evenings since glow About to let go About to let go The hand is a servant of the heart Some bring pieces together While others break pieces apart Others break pieces apart You can take mine whoever you are You can take mine whoever you are Like the difference in people alive So is the difference in hands Some are fluttering birds in the sky That no living soul understands Like fluttering birds up in the sky That no living soul understands The soul understands The soul understands