On The Wings Of Chance.
A new breeze blows through my heart.
A sort of indifference, something clear.
The hope is still there, but it stirs silently.
To live life is my goal, to see what it brings.
I find myself with sadness, but push it aside.
Focus on the sweetness of the oncoming breeze.
It holds mystery and chance, to whom I am enslaved.
And yet the freedom I feel is mine alone.
I let the breeze carry me into the unknown.