You. He sits with his head down with his palms together. His chin rests on his thumbs. Traumatic images run from his eyes down his face. In silence he murmurs words of a past, words developed from years of silence. He years of living in fear, scared, with nowhere to turn. His face is one of a street wise man. His mind is one of a lost youth as the last tears cried out his mouth a relief sigh. One pound, one