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