These Weary Hands

My hands just can't seem to work
I can't block the sun
There's always that lift away that sifts its way through the cracks
I can't pick anything up
Without it slipping from my grasp
It just falls into the tall grass

And I can't hold your hands in mine
And I can't share your stare
Not at this time

Because my blood doesn't pump well enough
Just a heart not strong enough
From the last time, someone dropped mine

Finger clasps
Weary and weathered
They can barely lock together

Not fit as a home
Better just find better
Better find another

(Bonus verses)
Tired of this skin overgrown
Tired of dealing with these bones, being forced to roam
Being overgrown
Tired of moving on from home to home