In My Hands
In My Hands: A Melodic Journey of Healing and Self-Discovery
Lyrics
I haven't touched you all week
I haven't physically contacted you throughout this week.
Unsure for what I'd say
I am uncertain about what I should express or communicate.
And my hands they've felt weak
My hands feel weak.
Almost worn away
My hands are nearly worn out, possibly from some emotional or physical strain.
But with you I humm the words
Despite my fear, I hum the words in your presence, unable to vocalize them.
I'm too scared to speak
I'm too afraid to speak the words directly.
Let the tones touch my soul
I let the tones of your presence touch my soul.
And feed it what it needs
I allow your presence to provide my soul with what it needs.
When you are in my hands I make peace with the past
When you are with me, I find solace and resolution with past issues.
When you are in my hands, There's no room for a glass
When you are in my hands, there's no space for a metaphorical glass, possibly indicating no need for a coping mechanism.
I pour my heart in this hollow
I invest my emotions into this empty space.
And sing my sadness to the strings
I express my sadness through music, specifically through playing strings.
Quiet nights I can swallow
During quiet nights, I can endure or accept my emotions.
With the soothing sounds you bring
The comforting sounds you bring help me cope.
When you are in my hands, I make peace with the past
When you are in my hands, I find peace with my past.
When you are in my hands, there's no room for a glass
When you are in my hands, there's no need for a metaphorical glass.
I always feel better, after time together
After spending time with you, I consistently feel better.
I'm a little more me, another piece is healed
I become a truer version of myself, and some emotional healing occurs.
When you are in my hands, I have a bridge from the past
When you are in my hands, I create a connection to the past.
When you are in my hands, I don't need another glass
When you are in my hands, I don't seek solace in another coping mechanism.
When you are in my hands, I can turn my back
With you in my hands, I can face away from something, possibly symbolic of turning away from past pain.
When you are in my hands, I let down my mask
With you in my hands, I reveal my true self by lowering my guard.
I let down my mask, I let down my mask
I fully reveal my true self, removing any facade or pretense.
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