Not Be Ready

Was a reminder of the last time
That whatever but did not mind

Were questions of unanswered times

Words, and so much love, that I might not be ready
To judge, to judge

Those beautiful eyes I sight smiles
Not knowing which to store the pack'm a wolf

These passages and lives were not my choice to live
Of a broken heart, ready to accept what can come
To accept what come
What I have might come

I'm the part that amazes you are missing out
Consequence of the present decision
Hours'm the thousandths
That never abstain to exist
In greater quantity
And this beauty that I try
To live, to live

The perfect dreams

I feel a light breeze changes to open your eyes
And amaze me what remains
Here indempendence the choices whati can do

What I have become
Were questions
Of unanswered times
Words, and so much love, that I might not be ready
To judge
To judge