The hand is open, I want to receive
My soul is always ready to believe
The problem is the mind who want to analyse
All the clever thoughts are often fear in disguise

My mind is scared of the emptiness
The philosophy tells me to be powerless
How do I do, to let go, of that who has to go
So I can be ready to do the things I should do

In my heart I am a believer
In my dreams I am longing to be a receiver
It would be so profound to pas the test
To finally get peace of mind, and go to rest