This Place

Among the vast city,
There are no comforts.
No soul purpose,
As they bombard you
With noble missions.

There is no acceptance,
It must be portrayed
To the world,
Who you are,
Naked as a baby,
And just as easily molded.

But my friends,
Here I am, as if I never left;
You take me in
With open arms,
And golden smiles,
Filled with joy.

We can dance,
In the spring of life!
No world owns us
For we own the world.

There is no solitude,
And should I ever find myself lost,
Among the field of flowers
I needn't look far
For a friendly hand of help.