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A quiet, heartfelt song about inheritance, love, and the unspoken lessons passed down through generations. Told through the memory of a grandmother’s hands, this track reflects on warmth, resilience, and the kind of love that shapes who we become.

A Grandmother’s Hands

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Ink & Thorns.


The barbs of your tongue

Cut me to shreds

Unpicking my mind's 

Most delicate threads 


So I weaved myself words

From the pit of my soul 

To replace all the light

And the joy you had stole


Then I ripped myself free

From your talons of spite

Spilling ink upon page

Under dawn's weary light


And I bled, intravenous 

Through roots of my mind 

Feeding a garden

Withered by time


But slowly it grew

Wonderful roses of words

And foliage of stanzas

And stories unheard 


And I, myself, grew

Into the man I should be

As the power of words

Both destroyed 

                   and saved me



©️ Stephen W Atkinson 




Ink and Thorns

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