A Man's Soul
The world of a man is rough.
Never to know when you will lose stuff.
But we fight anyway.
Like a needle tossed in hay.
We don't know if love will find us today.
To stay tough is not enough.
We need to be loved.
But weakness is shown through the smallest hug.
Will the world find us in this hay.
So we can be loved one day?
Until then we will so no love in our face.