A Lullaby

I have seen the trembling hands of men
Much stronger hands then mine will ever be
Callused working hands that never apologized
They tremble violently while my soft hand is still
The promise of a morning that will bring peace
The promise of a morning that will forgive
Still they tremble – and I prepare for sleep

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