Quiet And Alone

He doesn't ask much,

One has hardly seen him smile,

He finds solace in silence,

And home in the quiet.

There's an innocence about him,

Yet he seems to weigh the words,

There's a purity about him,

Yet maturity in his words,

It's fascinating to see him, meet him,

To find answers in his silence.

If you see him ever, walking with his head down,

Know its not a burden he carries,

But simply his cloak of solitude.