To me they talk

So many have told me just to clear my mind

Do not define yourself by your mistakes made in time

Moreover, let go of the pass

For a way to be free, a clock of time will not ask

Yes I give more to my mistake

Is that fair to ask of a soul to take

This has to be something that I need

This has to be the way my heart is freed

The freedom of peace is the end that I see

Not to embrace with the pain or mistakes for which is no key

Its hurts me to decide if a love that love is no longer by my side

In my tears I taste

A flavor of life all thing must change