The Hand That’s Raised

I reach out

With everything I have but

I can’t reach your hand

Can’t grasp

Can’t hold

Can’t pull or

shake

Can’t make it better

All the way

**

Was it something that I said?

You have drifted away

Sometimes words

come out of my head

But not the right way

Or from some angles it seems

Not to make sense 

I reach out to you

But these times are tense

**

I reach out

With everything I have but

I can’t reach your hand

Can’t grasp

Can’t hold

Can’t hi-five 

Or shake

Can’t make it better

All the way

**

An acquaintance or a friend

You have drifted away

Sometimes actions

Meaning well offend 

They may be okay

From other angles it seems

It could make sense

To reach out to you

But these times are tense

**

I reach out

With everything I have but

I can’t reach your hand

Can’t grasp

Can’t hold

Can’t catch and

shake

Can’t make it better

All the way

**

It seems that it would help our causes

To share our views

Bury our crosses

Or are we not there?

Should we not compare 

How to maximize our potential

And minimize our losses?

**

I reach out

With everything I have but

I can’t reach your hand

Can’t grasp

Can’t hold

Can’t warm and

shake

Can’t call on you

The hand that’s raised

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