Smooth Hands/or/ Sierra's Hands ~For Sierra~

(Song)

Like the top of a jelly-fish,
floured, air dough
worn thin
still young, though
still young, though

(smoothed by his rough)
Curled in
because no ones allowed to hold her like that

-except him-

still young, though
still young, though
how could a girl be done with the world
she hasn't even begun to see
how could she turn her face
from the sun
to stare at rain and wish
to run
from,
from me.

I can't giver her what she needs
til she gets down on her knees
and cries
all over the floor
so young, though
so young, though

When will she understand
that he's already home
will she see the beauty
in death and life
still young?

How could a girl be done with the world
she hasn't even begun to see
how could she turn her face
from the sun
to stare at rain
and wish to run
from,
from me.

Still young
like the top of floured dough
still young though,
still young though.