Oh little
Lonely traveler
Where is your home?
You are cold, tarnished and
Silver and black
Your name?
Who knows, but
You have been branded
925 stamped into your saddle
Shall I call you this?
Tiny one, come home
Go home, be home
No longer be alone
And wandering forever
You stand *****,
Proud and petit of stature
You speak no
Words to me, but
You do express volumes. Tiny one,
Little prince
Find your home.
Go, and belong