Hold me

She holds me in her hands,
in her delicate, soft skinned, hands.
She holds me in her hands,
she holds my soul,
she holds my heart,
she holds me whole,
she holds me all.
She holds me in her hands.

She holds me like the air
holds a heavy feather fall.
She holds me in her hands,
In her hands my sorrow lingers.
Tangled through her fingers
pain seems faint, remote, shared.
She holds me in her hands.

She holds me in her hands,
in her delicate, soft skinned, hands.
She holds me in her hands,
she holds my soul,
she holds my heart,
she holds me whole,
she holds me all.
She holds me in her hands.

She holds me in my rest
singing me an angels call,
she holds me in her hands,
To it my dreams hush, in her hands
like wind through still lands,
as my spirits lay, quiet and calm,
as she holds me in her hands.

She holds me in her hands,
in her delicate, soft skinned, hands
She holds me in her hands,
she holds my soul,
she holds my heart,
she holds me whole,
she holds me all.