Ashes in the Shape of My Hands

The fire left marks the rain can’t wash… Ashes in the shape of my hands.

I held the fire too long, too close, It took my flesh, it burned my ghost. Now every touch, every line I trace, Carries the weight of a darker place.

Ashes in the shape of my hands, Branded by a law no man understands. Dust don’t fade, it only expands, Ashes in the shape of my hands.

I’ve held the dirt, I’ve held the flame, Carried the weight of blood and blame. No river runs deep enough to cleanse, The fire left scars that never end.

Ashes in the shape of my hands, Burned too deep for the mercy of man. The night don’t heal, it only demands, Ashes in the shape of my hands.

You can’t pray away what the fire gave, No priest can bless, no cross can save. I don’t hold life, I don’t hold land, Just ashes in the shape of my hands.

Ashes in the shape of my hands, Carved by fire, written in sand. Danger’s the gospel I understand, Ashes in the shape of my hands.

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