Stew guy

I am a beggar of love,

cup on my hand.

Today I woke up

this lethargy of the world

circulate.

I might have wanted

just stay couch

sleep.

I like the red paper

heart,

I miss the love

with me to pass.

I walk my journey alone,

Among friends,

I sing, dance, laugh

through tears.

There's love in war

time after time,

again wounded.

I can not stay in love

trench and lay down.

Today I rise again

again to fight.

I am here today

among you, I'm looking for

my partner, broken stew guys

the end of a deck of cards innings.