Your hands tell me a tale,
A story of struggle.
A fight for survival,
Your fingers so frail,
Tell me of a heart broken,
Trampled, many times,
By hearts so frozen.
Your palm so faint,
Lines cris crossing,
Of worries distant and near,
Yet your smile, betrays them all,
A heart unshackled,
A mind that is free,
A spirit unbroken,
Standing so tall.
