Your hands are signs of love

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I look at my old hands and smile
They have been hurting for a while
They look like parchment and are frail
Unsteady, delicate and pale

They have worked hard and for so long
They gave solace, they can be strong
My sore fingers are oddly bent
But still I am fine and content

‘Cause what I see is all that’s good
They loved a lot and understood
The power of consolation
Of awareness and creation

Grandmother’s hands are just a gem
I would never try to hide them
Every imperfection and scar
I know how beautiful they are

Yellow

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You are the sunshine in my life
When you are around all seems bright
The world displays shades of colour
All I need is a splash of light

Of all the flowers in the world
The yellow ones I like the best
They will always lead me to your love
With you I lay my heart to rest

Woolgathering

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Where did they go
The thoughts I used to have
The words I used to say
The dreams that used to flow?

Where did they go
The friends I used to have
The songs I used to sing
The heart I used to know?

Where did they go
The family I used to have
The things I used to do
The joy I used to show?

It all sank in the sea of forgetfulness
That’s why I found a new way
Of dealing with my absent mind
It’s woolgathering awareness

So if you ask me where I’ve been
The answer can be ridiculous
Maybe I was dancing with the muggles
Or with the spiders under my skin

But you can be sure I am not far away
I’ll be just a few minutes gone
Because even in the strangest places
I will find the here and now holding on

Without you again

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Without you there is no cold
Only happiness and joyful tears
Without you I’m happy as can be
Overwhelmed with a lot of cheers

Without you there is no pain
Just pleasure in my heart
Without you my mood is stirring
We will ultimately be apart

Without you I found my home
Full of happiness and no despair
Without you I can do anything
I have all my love to share