I Devoured My Father‘s Hand
作词 : 幻想邦尼
作曲 : 幻想邦尼
编曲 : 幻想邦尼
Like stone, his hand held tight
A glass sphere in its grip,
Round and round I spun, in vain
Not a finger could I strip.
How skillful, the carpenter's hand,
Builder of my childhood days,
Upheld our home, stood like a man,
What happened to it, in disarray?
Once, I caused it to fall flat
Upon the tabletop with might.
Pitiful sight, the poor man's hand,
Shyly shrinking, trembling with fright,
Held not wealth, but a life of flight,
And brittle bones of endless night.
That hand reached out to carry my load,
I contested, what good could it do?
In the dorm, it insisted to unfold,
The quilt for me, stubborn it pursued.
Empty-handed, it walked away,
Pushed by me, not past the doorway,
Threshold untouched, he let go that day,
Of my hand, as he turned away.
On the train ride home, alone I cried,
His withered hands, tears they couldn't hide,
A truth I discovered, post-fact,
The overflow of emotions, exact.
We reunited, arguments ensued,
His hand waved in the air, then withdrew.
The carpenter, swallowing his ire,
Went off to work, to fan the fire.
Summoned to the hospital, I bowed,
Head down, crouched against the wall, endowed.
Time stretched, until a slender frame,
Appeared at the surgery doorframe.
Sawdust crowned his head, a humble claim,
In my old, tattered shirt, dirt and shame,
And blood!!!!
Wrapped in bandages, that hand of his,
Bloodied bindings, hanging, oh how it is,
Heavy on my heart, choking me,
Months back, it cleared the ancestral debris,
Paper ashes swirling in the breeze,
"Your grandson’s made it to college," he'd say with ease.
Beside him, I knelt, in reverence please,
Days before, in the photo, that hand at ease,
On my shoulder, in our family's freeze,
Hours earlier, it waved, then ceased...
Now, scarred, rough, after suffering's toll,
It won't hurt again, that hand, whole,
---- I devoured my father's hand.
For days, perhaps eternity,
I timidly gaze, afraid to see,
Dare not touch, not even a bit,
My heart would shatter, tears never quit.
I Devoured My Father‘s HandLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : 幻想邦尼
[00:01.000] 作曲 : 幻想邦尼
[00:02.000] 编曲 : 幻想邦尼
[00:14.670]Like stone, his hand held tight
[00:16.548]A glass sphere in its grip,
[00:18.378]Round and round I spun, in vain
[00:20.261]Not a finger could I strip.
[00:21.786]How skillful, the carpenter's hand,
[00:23.620]Builder of my childhood days,
[00:25.368]Upheld our home, stood like a man,
[00:26.993]What happened to it, in disarray?
[00:29.313]Once, I caused it to fall flat
[00:31.021]Upon the tabletop with might.
[00:32.643]Pitiful sight, the poor man's hand,
[00:34.546]Shyly shrinking, trembling with fright,
[00:36.745]Held not wealth, but a life of flight,
[00:38.532]And brittle bones of endless night.
[00:42.101]That hand reached out to carry my load,
[00:47.411]I contested, what good could it do?
[00:51.185]In the dorm, it insisted to unfold,
[00:54.850]The quilt for me, stubborn it pursued.
[00:58.124]Empty-handed, it walked away,
[01:01.754]Pushed by me, not past the doorway,
[01:05.284]Threshold untouched, he let go that day,
[01:08.217]Of my hand, as he turned away.
[01:12.945]On the train ride home, alone I cried,
[01:16.415]His withered hands, tears they couldn't hide,
[01:20.029]A truth I discovered, post-fact,
[01:23.532]The overflow of emotions, exact.
[01:27.144]We reunited, arguments ensued,
[01:30.770]His hand waved in the air, then withdrew.
[01:34.413]The carpenter, swallowing his ire,
[01:38.053]Went off to work, to fan the fire.
[01:42.423]Summoned to the hospital, I bowed,
[01:45.628]Head down, crouched against the wall, endowed.
[01:49.062]Time stretched, until a slender frame,
[01:52.969]Appeared at the surgery doorframe.
[01:56.062]Sawdust crowned his head, a humble claim,
[01:59.505]In my old, tattered shirt, dirt and shame,
[02:02.985]And blood!!!!
[02:03.976]Wrapped in bandages, that hand of his,
[02:07.257]Bloodied bindings, hanging, oh how it is,
[02:11.261]Heavy on my heart, choking me,
[02:14.705]Months back, it cleared the ancestral debris,
[02:18.747]Paper ashes swirling in the breeze,
[02:21.274]"Your grandson’s made it to college," he'd say with ease.
[02:24.892]Beside him, I knelt, in reverence please,
[02:28.542]Days before, in the photo, that hand at ease,
[02:32.096]On my shoulder, in our family's freeze,
[02:35.682]Hours earlier, it waved, then ceased...
[02:40.206]Now, scarred, rough, after suffering's toll,
[02:43.665]It won't hurt again, that hand, whole,
[02:47.250]---- I devoured my father's hand.
[02:51.839]For days, perhaps eternity,
[02:54.496]I timidly gaze, afraid to see,
[02:58.556]Dare not touch, not even a bit,
[03:02.144]My heart would shatter, tears never quit.
