Paper Crane

Oh you know how my heart is wild Like a horse to tame, running fast and free And who am I, but an unlearned child With a burning flame inside of me And how easily I could give you all Of my self, oh how my heart just wants a place to fall And you reach out to me like a saving branch And I fold like a paper crane in your hands I find myself going against the grain As I impatiently knock on vacant doors Like a child who kicks and cries in vain 'Cause she wants to walk while her mother's holding her But when I pause and see its futility I'm in your arms, your saving arms, and you are carrying me And so I let myself rest within your plans And I fold like a paper crane in your hands I'm in your hands In your hands In your hands I'm in your hands I'm in your hands In your hands In your hands Oh you know how my heart is free Like a living crane set out for the sea I'm in your hands, a sustaining wind And I'm carried on, you are guiding me In your hands I'm in your hands In your hands In your hands I'm in your hands I'm in your hands In your hands In your hands