Hands of Man
Oliver Craven
Dreams cast in a wishing well
Promises made in sand
The gold of heaven and the dogs of hell
Never in the hands of man
Rich man laying in bed in the shade
A wall around his land
But the hole is dug and the stone is laid
But the working hands of man
Ghost inside a prison wall
Coin in an empty can
The city burns, the towers fall
All at the hands of man
Watch the dice get rolled across the land
Dropped by time into the hands of man
Get up off your knees
Build a bridge in a broken land
Drop your pride roll up your sleeves
All the hands of man