Fight

Moving steps
although the legs to brake.
Barefoot step
want those fairies, without
mistress.

Throw shoes too distressing.

Do not you feel like me
dreams drowned?
I know all too
many young sleeper.

This world is too much
I guess harass, Ever
battle of my feet
the pace gets forward
continue, I bend the.

Where is the poor
the earthly heaven?
Where can you get a living,
where there is a place,
which does not seem all bothered?

Deprived of a poor,
The surviving spouse's last coin,
For lazy, and
refugees today is
this is our homeland,
this so-called safe haven.