A stranger among the crowd..

Whose small hands held the power of elders.

Whose soft heart could be hard as dimonds but also as clear.

whose young soul was even more sage than the thousands years old ones.

Whose smile hid the tears of sorrow behind a small circled frame.

And lived the stranger, every day and night.

Witnessing the light and the dark

The good and the evil

Pondering on what side should be taken....