Forgiven

Don't let my eyes exaggerate
The falsehood with which you treat me,
Driving my life ...
I'm there in your arms,
Letting go of time
And the words.
But have not been forgotten.
Although it may seem,
They flaking the soul.
How to make a future
If you don't remove what harms us?
How do you want peace?
If we keep pulling the rancor and not calm
When really we will be forgiven?