A Thought

I hold a thought in my hand
Don't want to let it go
'cause I don't know where it might land
I've got to find the strength to set it free
'cause if I don't it's going to
get the best of me

Then I see at the count of three
you've already taken the thought from me
You let it go in hopes to show
there's a chance for it to grow
but when I find some peace of mind
I'm always left behind
I throw my hands to the sky
Lord I pray and wonder why

I hold a thought in my hand
I let it go
'cause I thought you might understand
Now I see the way you look at me
I guess the thought
would've been better left with me

Then I see at the count of three
you're already running away from me
I let it go in hopes to show
there's a chance for us to grow
But now I find it's in my mind,
oh the truth is so unking
I hold my hands to the sky
Lord I pray and wonder why

I hold a thought in my hand
I let go, I let it crawl and learn to stand
Now I feel this space inside of me
It's welling up
with another thought to be free

Then I see at the count of three
it's already taking shape in me
I let it go, gonna let it grow
oh I've got to let you know
Now I find some peace of mind
I won't be left behind
I hold my hands to the sky
Lord I pray and wonder why