The broken hand In this tiring life We still treading tirelessly From one point to another From one station to another Whenever I look behind I find such painful memories Lies.. And mysteries.. You know I wanted to find only the truth The reality In any case By any face. Is the brotherhood.. Friend ship.. Worth nothing to you? If so Can you give me your proof? And help me be convinced? In the time of need You showed me That you are brother indeed Now take a look Into my wounded heart And at my broken hand That may impel you Come back And forget your old grouse. I'll be waiting I'll keep going And you will find me Always smiling Upon myriad wounds And forgiver still Of all the flaws of the past.