Hands of destiny

He would wake up early morning
and wait for the sun to rise
Everyday he saw
darkness fade away with light

Her wife would make him breakfast
He would eat it like its his last
And he would march towards the fields
Where he would work until he bled and kneeled

Everyday he would earn
What was enough for one
They would share it
Watching the setting sun

He saw all the lines on his palms
disappear with time
His hands were his treasure
For they fed them since forever

These hands are the only thing
He has to survive
With the help of these hands
He is giving destiny a fight

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