Marc Beckan - What My Hands Are For

For someone who is loved. ───────────────────── I have been learning what my hands are for And it isn't what I thought Not for fixing, not for carrying Not for opening the door I have been learning how to sit In a room that I can't mend With my hands turned upward on my knees Like a question with no end There was a year I will not name And a name I will not say And a body that was not mine to keep And was not mine to give away I sat beside him in the white room I sat beside him in the dark And the only word I had was here And I said it like a mark I used to think a father was a man with answers A man who could lift a thing I have learned a father is a man who stays When there is nothing left to bring What is important in this life Is not what I was told It is not the year, it is not the name It is not the silver or the gold It is a chair beside a chair It is a hand that does not move It is staying when there's nothing to be done It is the only thing I have to prove I am here I am here I am here whatever comes ───────────────────── Marc Beckan, June 2026 Some recordings are produced with the help of AI tools. #folkmusic #leonardcohen #singersongwriter