Open to Possibilities

Whoa. Yeah, yeah. When the road feels heavy

and I can't see through the haze. When my heart feels weary,

lost inside the maze. I remember there's a moment waiting quietly for

me. In the stillness, in the breathing, there's a way to be free.

Open to possibilities, open to the light. Even when the path feels hidden

deep in the night. When I pause and when I breathe,

when I let my heart believe. New doors open wide and then

what wonders can be received. Sometimes the answer is whispered,