What These Hands Have Grown letra

Blessed am I to sit here today
Taking this time to carve out a place
Where I may find some rest and give others solace
To remind and remember, what can't be bought with dollars
From your pockets. Not everything.
It's something I should remember.
Treasure It its all you own
Treasure It its all that's your own
Food costs money and kids gotta eat something
If a farmers work is honest the contribution won't be unnoticed.
I wish I were a Farmer.
To be satisfied with what these hands have grown
No food of mine sits in the bellies of others
Instead this strange secret twisting which each only knows.

Waxwing - Letras

• All Of My Prophets
• Blue Days & Green Nights
• Cemetaries
• Circus Animal
• Colour
• Corner Store
• Deadly Wisdom
• Everything's On Fire
• G
• If Death Comes
• Industry
• Intervation
• Keep This Up
• Kill The Messenger
• Laboratory
• One Days Evening
• One For The Ride
• Place Called Houston
• Records
• Schoolmaker
• Spanish Quartet
• Starfish
• The Gift Of Light
• The Worst Kind Of Liars
• There Will Be A Reckoning
• What These Hands Have Grown
• Where Did The Time Go