A boy with one hundred handsnCame groping through the darknAnd stumbled upon the light you gave offnAnd fell gently into your armsnOne hand it held the earthnAnother stirred the seanOne handed you a key and said:nWe've come to set you freen'Cause you're better than the world you live innThe gossips and the clownsnDeep in your darkest dungeon singingnSo no one can hear a soundnSo no hand can come to pick you upnAnd no hand can pull you downnnI drew a picture booknWith pictures green and bluenAnd sent them off to a museumnAll this I did for younBut one hand had used your heartnHeld beating in the lightnWith a heart like that one hundred handsnCould never paint quite rightn'Cause you're better than the world you live innAnd nobody told you sonTrapped in your ghetto gardeningnWith no helping hand to grownJust one hand to hold you in my heartnAnd one hand to let you go