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Based on the chapter "Hands" from the book "Winesburg, Ohio" by Sherwood Anderson (a great book, go read it).

Hands and Wings

The whispers
behind my back
so loud
I can hear every word
and accusation
it brings me so near to collapse
I don't know what I've done wrong
it scares the hell out of me
what they say, I've heard it for so long, so long

(turn these hands to wings)

Chorus:
I want to fly away
to where these hands won't hurt me again
I need to run away
and find a place where I won't have to pretend
these hands are
not wings
more like talons
so sharp
that I am cut by them
my own hands tear me apart

I see the looks I get from strangers and acquaintances
they villify me
and the hatred burns inside of them
what it is
I don't know
but somehow
I've blown it again

(turn these hands to wings)

(Chorus)

Turn these hands to wings
so I might fly
away from here
break my shackles
shed my fears
I dream on still
and in my mind
I can fly

(Chorus)


And there it is. Any critique is greatly appreciated!