There are many kinds of hands,
In them you can see the truth
Hands that with the time,
get older by the age.
Hands that feel good to touch them.
And hands that can give..
That can give love and peace..
The hands are like the time,
That in the decisions they always are going to company.
Sometimes they're like fire,
That they have to be looked after or they can be burnt.
There are good hands, there are bad hands.
Hands which heal and hands which kill.
Hands which touch a lot of money.
Hands that dream to can have it.
Hands that live for the job,
And bad people who uses them in the mistreatment.
Hands that play dreamlike guitars.
Hands that write books and tales.
This way the world's hands are.
That without going so far, you can find them.
Hands that with your help,
There are many people that need them.
Hands that feel good to touch them.
And hands that can give..
That can give love and peace..
There are good hands..
There are has hands..