Lyric

I used to fall and feel alone

Thought I was made to stand on stone

But looking back, I see the thread

The gentle words somebody said

They never asked for praise or song

Just showed up when things went wrong

I didn’t know it then—but now I do

Their quiet light saw me through

These are the hands that held me

Even when I pulled away

The love I never noticed

Still shaped me every day

They didn’t fix or try to teach

Just stayed inside my silent reach

And when I thought I walked alone

They were the arms that brought me home

There were nights I couldn’t speak

But someone stayed, soft and weak

Not with answers, just with time

Their stillness said, “your pain is mine”

Now when I breathe, I feel their grace

In empty rooms, I see their face

It took the years to finally see

That kindness made the core of me

These are the hands that held me

Without a word, without a claim

No spotlight on their giving

No need to sign their name

They didn’t preach or set me straight

Just waited by the narrow gate

And when I shattered, lost and numb

They whispered, “child, you’re still someone”

I carry them in how I care

In every gentle thing I dare

Their love runs quiet, deep and wide

The river flowing still inside

So now I hold the world more slow

With all the grace they used to show

I thank the ones who stayed unseen

Who taught me how to live between

Their legacy is soft, not loud

But I wear it like a vow

The hands that held me made me whole

Their warmth became my soul