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Hands And Souls

The things we can do

With just our hands and our souls

Is so much more

Than we assume


With just a brush and some paint

With just a guitar

With just a feeling

With just a whim

With what we have within

With just our minds

With just our hands and souls

We can transcend a moment

And become so much more then it

With just one song

With just one day

With just the words we need to say

With just a look

And with just a single book

We can grow

And inspire others

We can remind the world what life is about

We can fly

If we try

With just our hands and our souls

We can fly

If we dare to try


Look at that building

Look at that painting

Listen to that song

Read that poem

Watch a sunrise

And rise


Rise with it


Climb

Climb

Climb

And then 

When the moment is right

Spread your wings and fly


With just our hands and our souls

We can love truly

We can create life

When everything around us falls into entropy

We can create

We can assemble

We can transform 


When everything around us falls apart

We can assemble

We can rage against time

We can fight against death

We can rebel against evil

We can assemble

We can compose

We can aspire to grow

We can build a home


The buildings will collapse

The trees will die 

The mountains will erupt

The tides will rise

Society will flourish 

And then die

The reaper will come

But

Before that day

What will we have done

With just our hands and our souls?



CH 11/3/25


 
 
 

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