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
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
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
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
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
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
