It was not what I had planned Not what I had coming Of the sins of the Father or my own for that matter It was a common trip and fall With a bloody knee and tearing Of the dress that I was wearing Nothing more and nothing less So don't mistake my face As I'm gone quiet I'm smiling inside And I'm thinking you should try I see the wings of history in flight The paradoxical morning light When darkness is the wake-up call And our city laughs through the pain All we want is ordinary games We don't need a windfall To invest our all It is land and sickness seeps into Everything conceivable yet all Is well with my soul I'm holding on and letting go I'm holding on and letting go I'm holding on and letting go I raise the child, I read the book I'm less concerned with how I look I kiss the man, I shape the clay I'm the story of a woman at play On any given best case kind of day There will not be time enough to love everything And every one more word about conviction Might be noble, beautiful Or a mess of contradictions and fistfuls of rules You can care through despair Care through shiny victories Care through communion And care through unbelief But you gotta care Always care I'm holding on and letting go dietPoint