Valentine and Garuda

I have a flask but I do not have the wine

I have a suit but I do not have a dime

Oh pity me Garuda

I don't where to begin

I had a love and she called me Valentine

I walk alone on streets below these peaks

Of stone that block the sky

My hands have lost their grip through fingers slipped

The rarest ever damselfly

I had a love and she was always true

I had a drink yes I gambled then she flew

Oh pity me Garuda

And turn my hands into wings

I'm coming back to the station I am due

My eyes are small and dark

My pigeon heart is pumping blood so fast

I fly above the earth for what it's worth

I search for love lost in the past