Claws

I beseech you in any tongue you might hear,

Oh please God, take these hands of mine!

They are worthless and ugly, and bring me to tears,

Oh please God, take these hands of mine!

The tongue in my mouth and the eyes in my mind,

They deceive me with visions so grand,

For when I attempt to create them I find,

I'm undone by my fumbling hands!

I am beaten and broken and bent upon knee,

Oh please, take away these hands of mine,

Any length I would go to and pay any fee,

If you would just take these hands of mine!

So much beauty could I have put into this world,

Were it not for these treacherous hands of mine,

I would give all I have, I would give up my world,

If it meant being rid of these hands of mine.