Xavier Rudd - Gather The Hands

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
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Through the eye of a needle we tried to move the stone
So heavy from its history of shame and blood and bone