Spero

It was born as data encased in metal,
Barely existent
Pressed into paper ink added
It was done
I found it eight years later in my bag,
When I was alone
It kept me safe, it helped me through
In the dead of night,
In the light of day
My photo's here to guide the way
Through mountains high
To caves deep,
A memory which forever I'll keep
When seas I travel
When horizons I chase
I'll look back at my photo
Of my mom's and my face