Standing still

If I'm the apple of my Father's eye, why do I bend, why do I break on the whims of everything?
And Father, do You hold me like a kite, engaged to the wind, but then only held down by a string?
When I just want to be loved
And You know I'm not one for standing still, but I can feel Your heart beating in everything
So I'll stand still to know You
When I just want to be loved
And You are the air that I breathe
When I just want to be loved
You are the ocean on my feet
When I just want to be loved
So I will stand still to know You more