I am the hand of John I am a piece of john, john is a piece of me I have been with him for a long time I have struggled and succeeded with him john is me and I am john I remember the touch  of his mother the touch his father the touch of his wife the touch of his children I remember his hard work in the fields feeding thousandsby plucking their food I remember his tears on me I remember His hair running through my fingers I remember the touch of pain the touch a relief The touch of  water  and send I remember feeling my heart under my fingertips  fast then slow i remember going numb and cold than nothing at all I was John, John  was me and now we are nothing.