Hands On Our Hearts

Every punch I pull might not exist
Until I hold our hearts in each fist
I clench them, knowing what fails
Puncturing these palms with these nails.
Although my hands hold not a beat
Anything that harms you, I must defeat
Do not be so heartless as to retreat
I’ll rise to the occasion if you fall at my feet

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