My hands they take care of me
From objects that you can see
All the things that they withstand
Thankful for my sacred hands
Pulling wire like machines
Running conduit
Place my fingers on the strings
Picking at the chords away
Calloused fingers, blistered skin
Always taking care of them
I find the cross on my palm
In the center of my hand
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