[ar:Dawud Wharnsby]
[ti:The Prophet's hands]
[00:48.41]Holding to the wheel, each mile closer to conclusion.
[00:53.01]His knuckles and his strands of hair are slowly turning white.
[00:57.42]As he studies all the lines, like highways on his hands,
[01:03.31]he recalls how straight the road once seemed, as he is left wondering what's right.
[01:09.81]The paths all curve and bend, sometimes he thinks they'll never end.
[01:14.41]How much longer will he push on? How much more can he pretend?
[01:20.11]The Prophet's hands, silken smooth and soft to touch,
[01:25.01]sometimes he needs those hands so much,
[01:27.70]to feel them clasp his own, let him now he's not alone.
[01:32.10]The Prophet's hands, If they could take over the reigns,
[01:34.90]if they could take away the strains,
[01:40.10]guide him to the end with the patience of a friend.
[01:44.20]Oh Allah, sometimes he needs the Prophet's hands.
[01:50.11]Stepping out to work each day, come whatever weather.
[01:55.87]Father of the house he holds worry in his hands.
[01:58.57]While she stays home left all alone, hands warn from too much ironing,
[02:03.37]T.V. churns out but illusions....claims to know but hardly understands.
[02:11.07]They greet but hardly meet, upon an endless dead-end street,
[02:15.17]while children break the stormy silence of the palms raised in defeat.
[02:21.37]The Prophet's hands, silken smooth and soft to touch,
[02:25.87]sometimes they need those hands so much,
[02:28.77]to feel them clasp their own, let them know they're not alone.
[02:33.37]The Prophet's hands, can bind husband and wife,
[02:38.07]remind them why they share a life,
[02:40.77]clasp them both upon his heart, gently help them make a start
[02:45.07]to hold each other as they'd hold the Prophet's hands.
[02:50.17]Standing in the market square, so alive but void of life.
[02:55.37]We work and we sweat and we struggle through each day.
[02:59.77]As our efforts scar our hands, this world stains us with demands.
[03:04.57]It's hard to see life's humour in the business games we play.
[03:10.87]As we gnaw our nails with stress, our fists and hearts pound so carelessly.
[03:15.80]With every effort forward, how much more can we digress?
[03:21.20]The Prophet's hands, silken smooth and soft to touch,
[03:25.90]sometimes we needs those hands so much,
[03:28.70]to feel them clasp our own, let us know we're not alone.
[03:33.20]The Prophet's hands, as we toil in the square, come up behind us unaware.
[03:40.60]Playful palms across our eyes, teasing to help us realize,
[03:45.00]We need the jesting, joking, calming Prophet's hands.
[03:50.10]The Prophet's hands,
[03:52.80]silken smooth and soft to touch
[03:55.10]sometimes we needs those hands so much,
[03:58.00]to feel them clasp our own and let us know we're not alone.
[04:02.30]The Prophet's hands, If they could take over the reigns,
[04:04.70]if they could take away the strains,
[04:09.57]guide us to the end with the patience of a friend.
[04:14.57]Oh Allah, sometimes we need the Prophet's hands.
[04:18.77]Oh Allah, sometimes we need the Prophet's hands.
[04:23.77]Oh Allah, sometimes we miss the Prophet's hands...
[ti:The Prophet's hands]
[00:48.41]Holding to the wheel, each mile closer to conclusion.
[00:53.01]His knuckles and his strands of hair are slowly turning white.
[00:57.42]As he studies all the lines, like highways on his hands,
[01:03.31]he recalls how straight the road once seemed, as he is left wondering what's right.
[01:09.81]The paths all curve and bend, sometimes he thinks they'll never end.
[01:14.41]How much longer will he push on? How much more can he pretend?
[01:20.11]The Prophet's hands, silken smooth and soft to touch,
[01:25.01]sometimes he needs those hands so much,
[01:27.70]to feel them clasp his own, let him now he's not alone.
[01:32.10]The Prophet's hands, If they could take over the reigns,
[01:34.90]if they could take away the strains,
[01:40.10]guide him to the end with the patience of a friend.
[01:44.20]Oh Allah, sometimes he needs the Prophet's hands.
[01:50.11]Stepping out to work each day, come whatever weather.
[01:55.87]Father of the house he holds worry in his hands.
[01:58.57]While she stays home left all alone, hands warn from too much ironing,
[02:03.37]T.V. churns out but illusions....claims to know but hardly understands.
[02:11.07]They greet but hardly meet, upon an endless dead-end street,
[02:15.17]while children break the stormy silence of the palms raised in defeat.
[02:21.37]The Prophet's hands, silken smooth and soft to touch,
[02:25.87]sometimes they need those hands so much,
[02:28.77]to feel them clasp their own, let them know they're not alone.
[02:33.37]The Prophet's hands, can bind husband and wife,
[02:38.07]remind them why they share a life,
[02:40.77]clasp them both upon his heart, gently help them make a start
[02:45.07]to hold each other as they'd hold the Prophet's hands.
[02:50.17]Standing in the market square, so alive but void of life.
[02:55.37]We work and we sweat and we struggle through each day.
[02:59.77]As our efforts scar our hands, this world stains us with demands.
[03:04.57]It's hard to see life's humour in the business games we play.
[03:10.87]As we gnaw our nails with stress, our fists and hearts pound so carelessly.
[03:15.80]With every effort forward, how much more can we digress?
[03:21.20]The Prophet's hands, silken smooth and soft to touch,
[03:25.90]sometimes we needs those hands so much,
[03:28.70]to feel them clasp our own, let us know we're not alone.
[03:33.20]The Prophet's hands, as we toil in the square, come up behind us unaware.
[03:40.60]Playful palms across our eyes, teasing to help us realize,
[03:45.00]We need the jesting, joking, calming Prophet's hands.
[03:50.10]The Prophet's hands,
[03:52.80]silken smooth and soft to touch
[03:55.10]sometimes we needs those hands so much,
[03:58.00]to feel them clasp our own and let us know we're not alone.
[04:02.30]The Prophet's hands, If they could take over the reigns,
[04:04.70]if they could take away the strains,
[04:09.57]guide us to the end with the patience of a friend.
[04:14.57]Oh Allah, sometimes we need the Prophet's hands.
[04:18.77]Oh Allah, sometimes we need the Prophet's hands.
[04:23.77]Oh Allah, sometimes we miss the Prophet's hands...