She was delivered by the grace of his hands Kindness, relentless, quiet to be shared People stood awkwardly and gazed across the room She walked with such elegance in the places that she knew
Flawlessness, contagious, compassionate, engagement In these hands I belong, in these hands you belong Foolish, segregation, scars deep beneath the skin Of the black man and the white man and everyone in between
Forever sacred was the feminine, right down to the final hour When every baby to be taken was to be poisoned to be soured Bodies turning in their graves and spirits waiting to go home Disconnected from their holy place when the museum stole their bones
Cry freedom, still bleeding, still waiting for a reason Throw these arms around the world, throw these arms around the world Through the eye of a needle we tried to move the stone So heavy from its history of shame and blood and bone
Gather the hands to move the stone Gather the hands to move the stone Sing it up to the heavens Let it rain down on us all [x6]
Through the eye of a needle we tried to move the stone So heavy from its history of shame and blood and boneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
