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We used to worship the sun
Our pockets filled with sugar and sand
Blistered and splintered hands
We were innocent once
We tried our hands at purity
Never thinking we would fall short
We lived between the moments
And there beneath the trees
We spoke to constellations
In the hopes that we were worth saving
Our prayers never made it past our ceilings

So maybe we gave up trying
You saved your breath for holding
I'm saving mine for nothing
Though all the noise has ended now
We can still feel its lasting sound
Like when a mouth begins to whisper
Its breath a soft reminder
Some hands were open for you
But their intent was different
Their fingers charred and pointing
And branding words beneath your skin
While others withdrew
Their palms unsure for holding
They too, felt tied up at the wrists
- Things done for fear and friendship
- It was never your fault then
- Your tiny hands were never meant
- To have to handle so much weight
But things are different now
And some things you just can't forget
I'm holding on to hoping
You'll find a hand to guide you yet
- This thread ties us together
- No matter how far apart we get
I hope you find your peace
I hope you'll find strength to forgive
Yourself as well as others
And I hope those same things for myself

I need to be reminded
That bad deeds do not bad people make
To do our best with what we're given
- We have no fate but to live and make mistakes
My hands have grown so tired
"Put down whatever it is
That you've been carrying around"
The soft words spoken by a friend
Please guard your heart, your lips, your fingers
And lets speak gently with our breath
And work to use our hands more wisely
In whatever days we might have left

I need to remember that not winning isn't always losing
And I need to remember that some things aren't better left unsaid
And I need to remember to cherish everything I'm given
And I need to forget to focus on the storms that might be up ahead

Take heart

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