Poor little boy, all broken and alone, no one to depend on
they have all left home.
Left to raise himself, doing the best he can, to turn into
a man.
Reaching out to someone was foreign to him, because long
ago he learned there was no one there.
Poor little boy, broken and trying to make it all alone,
climbed to the top and looked around.
There was nothing worth holding on to he thought, as he
looked around at his options.
So throughout life, he just hung there, afraid to do
anything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem