Held

For the first time in my life
I let myself be held
Like a big old baby

I surrender
To your charity

I lay back in the tall grass
And let the ants cover me

I let the jets fly
Not wishing for their destruction

Born to black
In a perfect blue sky

For the first time in my life
I am moving away, moving away, moving away
From within the reach of me

And all the wild being held
Like a big old baby