She was young and her hands always bled
With piercing pain she needed to tread
Broken bandages covered in skin
As she grew up
Her fortunes began to change
Glistened in compliments for her to engage
Regardless of her hands
To love her was to
Sacrifice your self sorrow
As soon as she was ready
She'd be gone
Tomorrow
Off to the great east
And she dreamed of dancers both young and far
For they were from different lands
You couldn't get to in a car
And as the season changed and past
She took on new friends
Giving her the convos
I never grasped
Now I never meant to change her mind
That would be blasphemous
For both her
And I
Without even a try
The distance craved was finally met
With both parties happy
With love
And no regrets
I'm sure she has long forgotten about her hands
I knew she could do it
With or without
The help of my