I have met a lot of hands

They stroke my face

But make demands

They're always gentle

Then calloused and cold

And I can't keep track of the secrets

And all the hands I've told

They talk without words

But I always understand

The one language I learned

Was the silence of hands

Their fingers were cold

But I knew that from the start

I burned for the hands that would tear me apart

I didn't know it then

But looking back I see

I was desperate for the hands

That weren't desperate for me

The silence of hands

Is what brought me to my knees

I wanted so badly to hear words

From the hands that would never speak

And when the hands were gone

In the quiet, I could tell

The silence of those hands

Had silenced me as well