The Hands Of Love

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ABOUT ARTWORK The Hands Of Love

The Hands Of Love by Taofik Bankole This work is reflective of the gestures directed at people going through difficult times. Some people’s words and actions act as catalysts for pushing people battling depression over the edge whilst others offer support and succor with the same. Let’s make some self-reflection to think of the side of the divide we are on.

Hands Of Love

When the white flag sails, covered in streaks of blood
There’ll be an endless sea, of us rising up
And the preacher man, and the preacher’s son
Will stand arm in arm, just like everyone

Me longing to be free, I won’t let you fade away
We shed so many dreams, I’ll let them fade away

In the hands of love, we carry on
Stronger than we started
Be ashamed of the trail behind us
Wicked is the blinded
Who we are comes to life, yeah
Who we are comes to life

When the water spills, the glass will break
It drips like tears, running up your face
And the hounds will cry, for the dance of war
But the sons of joy, their victory will soar

Me longing to be free, I won’t let you fade away
We shed so many dreams, I’ll let them fade away

In the hands of love, we carry on
Stronger than we started
Be ashamed of the trail behind us
Wicked is the blinded
Who we come to life, yeah
Who we come to life

Me longing to be free, I won’t let you fade away

In the hands of love, we carry on
Stronger that we started
Be ashamed of the trail behind us
Wicked is the blinded
Who we are comes to life, yeah
Who we are comes to life

We come alive
We come alive
We come alive
We come alive
We come to life