Such beautiful hands of musicians
And these words like a feast
When they give me their notes and I follow their voices
I am better than myself, when they are there
These sweet crucible of my childhood
All mine, such tender presences
They are my base wherever I go, wherever I am
I am better than myself, when they are there
Those who are there even on bad nights
Those who stay when I disturb the mirror
I know so much what I owe them
When they are there
All the hands that hold me
That I cherish in mine
What would I be without her, half of me
I am better than me, when they are there
Your hands, your cries that carry me
Your looks give so much strength
I know who I am when our voices finally unite
I am better than myself, when you are there
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