Wait your turn for peace to come
Where are all the hours in a day
Make room for this dream
To be true
It will be true eventually
How am I to stand my ground
When it shifts beneath my feet
Letting go seems easy
When this life is spilling
So much that you can't keep
Not enough hands to hold me
Not enough hands to hold me
Not enough hands to hold me
Not enough hands to hold me
When this life is spilling
So much that you can't keep
Not enough hands to hold me
Not enough hands to hold me
Not enough hands to hold me
Not enough hands to hold me

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