Quietly he is to be found
Marvelling at the apparent calmness of the flowing river
Of life that seems unperturbed
That appears smooth and unruffled
Inside the waves brew and crash
His heart cries silent pleas
To everyone one of them
Yet they only linger long enough to hear
Never to listen, to comprehend
The woes of this child
So abounding in loneliness
His cries go unheard
He is to be found