Time of existence

Time of existence

Life tells an untruth, soaked of loneliness

but disappearing is beautiful when the cry

becomes a symphony of a broken heart

People are not dying of its sickness, but the life contract is over,

and it is just the reason to make things to remember

The unfinished labor, repentance, while others are showing the loves,

which that supposed to express when they are still alive, but it's too late

death means no suffering, no dream, no outcry of an innocent

no hate, it's pure of love and no fiction but the paradise

While life is full of crusade and sacrifice

anxiety, broken promises, and hatred