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Title: Hands I Call Home
Lyrics by: Ployriche
Mother’s hands once held me tight,
Through every stumble, every fright.
Father’s hands rested gently near,
On nights when dreams would disappear.
I’ve grown up… the world keeps spinning fast,
But in my heart, those hands still warm me like the past.
These hands of my father… and mother who stay,
Never gone, never away.
Though today… I walk far from home,
My heart still returns… to those hands I’ve known.
Mother’s hands did all they could,
From tiny meals to shields in rain.
Father’s hands weary as they stood,
But never whispered a single pain.
Though we’re apart… love never fades,
Like unseen hands… still holding heart’s deepest shades.
These hands of my father… and mother who wait,
Though my voice may hesitate.
When I hold those hands once more,
Tears speak the love… words can’t restore.
These hands… my only home,
Wherever I roam… I’m never alone.
Old smiles… tears we used to share,
Love given freely… beyond compare.
