Los Días Por Vivir

It's tough to see reality
when sorrows bring us down
we confuse pain with poetry
and the street hurts us as we walk.
Looking for bits of that sky
and finding nothing but your window
the moon already draws a January sun
there's no time left to cry.
Where are you going, sings the heart,
the days to come, that are left to live,
and if pain pulls you back,
you can get up, you can live.
An early morning on the balcony
comes without asking for forgiveness,
the windows are calling out to the morning
and laughing in the red of this sun.
A bit of lights and a paper
help me see the skin speak.
I sing to you forever,
so we can sing together this time.