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Hands Worn by Time - Bao Binh
With hands that tremble old and worn
He walks the fields a life forlorn
A basket braided woven tight
To catch the hopes in the dark of night
All the fields are wide and the rain comes down
In the silence of the night there's not a sound
He prays for mercy for a life so thin
In a world where the struggle never ends
The clothes he wears so faded and torn
Speak of battles that he's quietly borne
With every step he carries the weight
Of a family's hope of a silent fate
All the fields are wide and the rain comes down
In the silence of the night there's not a sound
He prays for mercy for a life so thin
In a world where the struggle never ends
The clothes he wears so faded and torn
Speak of battles that he's quietly borne
With every step he carries the weight
Of a family's hope of a silent fate
Through the storm he finds his way
In the fields where shadows play
He knows the earth he knows the land
And the future lies within his hand
All the fields are wide and the rain comes down
In the silence of the night there's not a sound
He prays for mercy for a life so thin
In a world where the struggle never ends
All the fields are wide and the rain comes down
In the silence of the night there's not a sound
He prays for mercy for a life so thin
In a world where the struggle never ends