These hands are anxious, weathered and old
From mounding fire, denial and truth
They speak of tides past and present
And they constantly signal a change
Reparations other than self
Time lapsed
And compromise never made
These hands are anxious, weathered and old
From mounding fire, denial and truth
They speak of tides past and present
And they constantly signal a change
Reparations other than self
Time lapsed
And compromise never made