Lyrics Last Days / Hands - Ran Blake, Jeanne Lee

Last Days / Hands

In these Last Days
Of Total
Dis-in-te-gra-tion
Where every day
Is a struggle
Against becoming
An object in
Someone else’s
Nightmare:
There is great joy
In being
Naima’s Mother
And unassailable strength
In being
On the Way
My hands are the tools of my soul
My hands are the tools of my soul
My hands
My hands
Tools of my
Soul