Born within a liberal society, a child of his age
he seeks his place amongst the surge of humanity
his many steps, both confident and uncertain, feed his doubts,
striving to hide his essence in a multitude of living tastes
A beacon to those that favour despair and distrust
his harmony of caring makes him special but much too vulnerable
and his retreat into a crab shell house of embarrassment becomes
a welcome haven of warmth, safety and escape
A gentle nature from a placid soul dictates his fate
but in a bitter world of discord, will he see his path
every day becoming blurred and mysterious
not for him is life a stage, more a forbidden fruit
His smile it lights the sky on a grey filled morn
a mask that hides his fear and innocence of mind
he is the child in a grown up charity of hate,
his world trembles and hears his heartbeat
He will live a full span but be never truly content,
the essence of all our dreams and thoughts
a lost soul amongst an ocean of hope and love
he will be himself, his true purpose must prevail
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I would like to translate this poem