Lyrics These Hands - Mr. J. Medeiros, The Nigel Bird Trio

These Hands

I had it all in my hands but couldn’t hold it
I was more then anyone could bare or
Dare to share a home with
Unprepared
I was owned quick
Undeclared as my own skin
Hands of cold brick
Struck till everything I’ve known was spit
And cut from everything I’ve grown too
Thick
Is the air I now breathe
Where will thou feed
If in there I found peace
If in here I found streets
And behind every smile an aisle of sharp teeth
That defiles all we say admire and might think
Desire
The well of fire the dire and I drink
The miles I run a day
The mire of my sleep
Remind me summer day of the time my eyes peeked
On a love that was worth mine
Over the earths crimes
When my first cry searched for its worth
Ones birth reversed
And saw my mother for the first time
With my eyes the only hands that hold
In my mind the only man
This planet can never own
I am time
The granite
The sand pit
The bone
The rock unmovable
Man split the stone
I am home
With the only my death as a reply
For my soul is still thirsty for that breast in the sky
What is left for the lie
A page with no marker
And a day with no martyrs I’m saying I’m no rotter
I am purpose
The thought that has surfaced the moon
I am worth what you sought
Through the work of the womb
On my earth I am swooned
Lying in my ink
For miles it runs a stain
I smile in my sleep
Remind me summer day of the times my eyes peeked
On a love that was worth mine
Over the earths crimes
When my first cry searched for its worth
Ones birth reversed
And saw my mother for the first time