Intro
A# Dm
[Verse 1]
A# A#
Swift and sharp, a light in the dark
Dm Dm
formed singularly was I to be
A# A#
Of wood and steel, to heft, to heel
Dm Dm
and through the fire was their desire
[Chorus]
Cm Cm A# A#
Those hands, the hands that made me what I am
Cm Cm F F
And I am an instrument to them
[Verse 2]
A# A#
Oh, and I pristine and glistening
Dm Dm
am given forth and carried north
A# A#
where rivals stand, awaiting commands
Dm Dm
and cold am I, held tightly by
[Chorus]
Cm Cm A# A#
Those hands. The hands that made me what I am
Cm Cm F F
And I am an instrument to them
[Bridge]
Dm Dm Cm Cm
Oh, drums shake the ground and cries resound off hill and helm
Dm Dm Cm Cm
And so did I let forth a cry when overwhelmed
Dm Dm Cm Cm
With kin and clone, of steel and stone and oak and elm,
Dm Dm F F
Were set to task and I to ask, "Is this my realm?"
[Verse]
A# A#
Swift and sharp, a light in the dark,
Dm Dm
formed singularly. Was I to be
A# A#
this tool of pain? Or do I contain
Dm Dm
the capacity for beauty by
[Chorus]
Cm Cm A# A#
those hands? The hands that make me what I am
Cm Cm F F A#
and I am an instrument to them