Sharp hands
Bleeding in the night
Reach out to make amends
Never make things right
I feel like it's a mare
A horse as dark as sight
Even if you meant to hold
Sharp hands will make you slice
Lately it's been hard
I feel misunderstood
I really have some scars
I'm not the man I should
Be
But without these sharp hands
How do I cut to the chase
How do I carve a new path
If I'm too scared to move
Then I am too scared to laugh
Despite the whispering voices
And the click of the claws
I will carve myself a new and careful cause