Big, violent paws can be dangerous on a ranch
Helpless flapping vices, swinging aimlessly in simple stance
Hands pleading, frightened, closed over her mouth and nose
Trying to hide all the deadly evidence so the truth don’t show
What these big fingers are capable of
Even when being gentle like a dove
Their softness ends when someone dies
They can’t cover up what they done with lies
Just wanting the pleasure to pet nice things
Then he snapped her neck like a delicate string
Even though those hands are the most loving and warm
They also destruct like a tornado and storm
Either a blessing or a curse
Dead rat, dead dog, dead girl - that was the worse
It was the end for those hands
When all hope became lost
With accidental murder of one girl
The hands dreams became tossed
But the memory of their comfort and the friendliness of their wave
Will never disappear til the end of the page.