Arthritis

We are recycled pieces

 

The old hands of love

Take thy needle

And sew us together

To be torn apart

Brutally in the end

 

Little by little the threads of my heart unravel

And the old hands of love

Take me back again

To mend

To pretend I have never hurt before

 

Im as good as new

For you

Better than I ever was

And the old hands of love

Put thy needle away for the day

Sit back, and enjoy the beauty of your work