The Power in Her Hands

It don’t take much to break a man,

Not fists or fire, just a soft hand.

A brush on the back of my neck, I swear,

Can lift me up like I’m walkin’ on air.

She don’t know the weight she holds,

With her laugh, her kiss, her silent cold.

One smile, I’m ten feet tall,

One look away, and I start to fall.

There’s power in her hands, more than she knows,

Hearts rise and crumble with the way she goes.

She can light my soul with just one glance,

Or leave me drowning in the aftermath.

She don’t need to scream, don’t need to shout—

One simple touch can build me up… or tear me down.

She’ll fix my world with a soft hello,

Then wreck it all when she turns cold.

Her silence cuts like a winter wind,

But her whisper feels like a song again.

It’s not about strength or pride,

It’s the way her fingers find mine.

She holds a storm behind calm eyes—

Lord knows, she don’t even try.

There’s power in her hands, more than she knows,

Hearts rise and crumble with the way she goes.

She can light my soul with just one glance,

Or leave me drowning in the aftermath.

She don’t need to scream, don’t need to shout—

One simple touch can build me up… or tear me down.

Yeah, she’s heaven and she’s hell,

And she don’t even tell.

One moment I can fly,

The next, I’m askin’ why.

There’s power in her hands…

And I’m just a man.