He cries no one hears
He is sited all alone the corner
They all laugh so he fears
Out there he goes
Tears dripping and praying
People thinking he is a bewitched foe
He is a little one
who rarely dreams and have hopes
He supposes his life is all wasted and gone
He doesn't have a self-centered mind
He believes his neither weak nor strong
My little one is running a pathetic race
Pain intoxicates his heart and engulfs his face
He is fighting a senseless fight
With no one by his side
But I believe he will survive
There is redeemed hope that he will renew his life
My little one will now forever smile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He could surprise everyone yet, he can become anyone he chooses to be, if he wishes. A lot of people think they don't have chooses but we do. He just has to make his and believe in it. Then he will forever smile. A great poem.