The Time.

 
The time.
 That thing about the time, that thing about the life, and I don`t know why.
 All the plan about me. All the history is just to be make me feel away. I just think in that time, I just think when you cry. When you make me fly.
 Everything about the time. Everythng about the life, is just, just a lie.
 When I look in yous eyes, when you hug me and I. It´s just one past time.
 The way that you love me, when you touch me for the last time, just one more time. Is the time to cry or the time to live and fly.
 Is the time to wake up and live the life!
 That thing about the time, that thing about the life. And now I know why.
                                                 by: Felipe Pinheiro.