Gather the Hands - Xavier Rudd

She was delivered by the grace of his hands

Kindness, relentless, wired 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

Through the eye of a needle we tried to move the stone

So heavy from its history of shame and blood and bone