A Thought

I hold a thought in my head
Dont want to let it go
Cause I dont know where it might land
And now Ive got to find the strength to set it free
Cause if I dont lord its gonna get the best of me

Then I see at the count of three
Youve already taken the thought from me
You let it go in hopes to show
Theres a chance for it to grow
And now I find some piece of mind
But then Im always left behind
And I hold my hands to the sky
Lord I pray and wonder why

And now I hold a thought in my hand
I let it go cause I thought you might understand
And now I see the way you look at me
Well I guess the thought would have been better left with me

And then I see at the count of three
Youre already running away from me
You let it go in hopes to show
Theres a chance for it to grow
And now I find some piece of mind
But then Im always left behind
And I hold my hands to the sky
Lord I pray and wonder why

Now I hold a thought in my hand
I let it go gotta let it crawl and understand
And now I see this space inside of me
And its welling up with another thought to be free

And I see at the count of three
Its already taken the shape in me
I let it go gonna let it grow
Ive got to let you know
And now I find some piece of mind
Now the truth is oh so kind
And I hold my hands to the sky
Lord I pray and wonder why
Lord I pray and wonder why
Lord I pray and wonder why
Lord I pray and wonder why