The hand that use to talk. You knew what it was saying. In your mind you knew deep down you better listen to it. Sometines the would talk softly to you. Gently as ii top your shoulder to say Job well done child. The hand that use to talk. sometime it would say I'm full of sorrow. As darkest as the rainy clouds get's right before the strom comes in. The hand that use to talk. Just as to say Good Night. With a kiss on the cheecks. For the last time. The hand that use to talk. You'll never forget it's words it had to say. Left a print in your mind that you won't ever forget.