Alone in the World
Alone in this world,
with no mother to care..,
with nowhere to go..,
with nowhere to hide..,
who am I to face the shadows cast on me by society?
When I grow strong and old,
like the frail branches of this little tree,
will I reach out and touch the sky,
to sway securely against each wind,
never to be broken by storms gone by?
Text and Photo by Gregory J. Smith, São Paulo, Brazil.