This hand that you held,
It was extended to you.
That love that we had
Was a dream come true.
These eyes that could see you
For who you really are.
These lips, every night
Would wish upon a star.
But of all these
My hands are still the same as then.
They\'re still extended to you
With more love than there\'s ever been.
These hands will be waiting
To hold you when you\'re torn,
These hands will get rid of the pain
When it pricks you like a thorn.
They\'ll be patient until you finally see
That these hands will hold you for all eternity.