Your hands
You’re holding up the world
Dressing pretty
To cover up the hurt
Cause this place has treated you
So unkind
Never really let you be a goddamn child
Old enough to be your own mother
Strong enough to not miss your own father
Somehow growing older
You got lost in God’s design
So you learn to be tough and fragile
At the same time
At the same time
Your hands
Made it all better
Beautiful
How you’re holding it together
This wasn’t what you signed up for
But you kept on showing up
You raised yourself beyond the cloth from which you were cut
Old enough to be your own mother
Strong enough to not miss your own father
Somehow growing older
You got lost in God’s design
So you learned to be tough and fragile
At the same time