Broken arrows pile where cupid fell long ago
I sit beneath the tree where time forgot me
To only read A story.
Beggars walk by with nothing to give but pennies.
And I have my cup out for change.
I saw redemption , she wasn’t on her knees
I felt love but it was in a cage.
I saw bravery through a coward
And a fight through broken battle lines.
I am broken
I am commanded
I walk but not alone
Scratched iris but yet not blind.
Looking for the beggar
To give more than his cup.