The Hands Pt. 2

The Hands Pt. 2
(As Sad as a Soul Could Be)

The valley began flooding
My abode eventually swamped
Wading against the current proved futile
And awaiting below a waterfall

A well worn trail was lost to sight
Beneath the rising brown wash
I lost my footing on a slippery stone
To be carried flailing away

Under I went for the third time
Battered by driftwood and rocks
Beneath the storm risen torrent
I reached for the pale light of the sun

I was a boy of five playing in dirt
My bright yellow dump truck leaving tracks
My friends were all around my
I was as happy as a boy could be

Next I was a man now married
Holding my wife’s hand as she breathed
Our daughter was delivered into this world
I was as grateful as a man could be

Then I saw me as myself again
Living alone in my cave
While the valley itself was beautiful
I was as sad as a soul could be