When you open your heart
And let me in alone
You will know who I am
Because I feel like home

If I were Love, what would Love choose?
It would choose from consciousness, not from fear.
It would trust the whisper “I don’t know why… but this feels like the way.”

Se eu fosse “o Amor”, o que Ele escolheria?
Escolheria na consciência, não no medo.
Confiaria no “não sei porquê, mas sinto que é por aqui”.