Embraced by the hand that holds you, Touched by the hand that loves you, Struck by the same hand that hits you. You know that he loves you, because he tells you so, You know that he hates you, when he leaves and has to go, You know that he misses you, because he returns, You hate to let him in, because it's your heart that burns. Embraced by the hand that holds you, Touched by the hand that loves you and Struck by the same hand that hits you. He makes you cry often enough to damage your heart, The tears fall when you believe that he likes to be apart, You want him to hold you and tell you "sorry & it's okay," Knowing it wouldn't last throughout the day. Embraced by the hand that holds you, Touched by the hand that loves you, Hit by the same hand that struck you, And you were ... Struck by the same hand that loved you, The same hand that loved you, Is the same hand that killed you. 10/01/2004