I know these hands are remedy and poison
When I heard you say you’re like my brother now
I could no more thirst than for the first
I held your eyes as you spoke soft but surely
Of how these hands hold the other’s love how they hold us up
And your wounded heart it lifted ours
You raise these questions from the dead
That yesterday I hear someone had gone and laid to rest
These bones lay between mystery
I am composed as much of I don’t know as I believe
But there’s one thing I need oh sister be free
You lift this heavy laden mind
With moments of the purest joy like Cannan wedding wine
How you slow me down and this city’s beat
To marvel at your persevering slow but steady feet
Yes there’s one thing I need oh sister be free
She keeps on walking cruciform
Though some do rise so many that same freedom will not know
By those sowing hands I swear I sing
My truth is in the way you stand and how you will no heed
So I choose to believe even when you cannot see
When you will not believe oh sister be free
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