Holding

I'm standing clear and open for you
Holding my door open for you now
Ask just what you will of me
I'll bend just like a willow tree
And now I'm holding, holding
Holding my door open to the wind
Seven times she came to me
And each time seemed the same to me
She knows just what to ask me now
And I can't help but wonder how
I'm holding, holding
Holding my own before the wind
I wrote my name upon the sands
With questioningly weary hands
The tide arose and answered me
And washed my name into the sea
And now I'm holding, holding
Holding my name unto the wind
Holding my own before the wind
Holding my door open to the wind