Take this life that I hold so precious, Fold it like a letter
Open up the fold and give it meaning, Give it emotion
Throw me like a paper plane, Watch me turn the fins
Is it inclination, Is it guilt or shame, Am I on feeble wings
Fold one corner, creases an edge
Smooth and shape me as you dedicate me to throw me
Throw me like a paper plane, Watch me turn to you
Is it my devotion that is calling your name, Is it what I must do
