Everyone loves helping hands
When they hold and comfort
Warn as a hug
(yet, they will turn away,
Distant like the snow on mountain tops
To the peasant on the plains
When you ask they consider your pain)
Everyone loves helping hands
When they hold and comfort
Warn as a hug
(until it’s their turn to return
Some of the consideration they enjoyed
When your bled so that they can rejoice)
Everyone loves helping hands
(only some think its their right
To drain others dry)
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