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