Speak with the Language of Love...

He is crying.
That is the first thing that strikes me as I cross the street towards him. I see people walk past him as he sits on the ground, his eyes staring at them with hope as he raises his hands towards them. There must be something wrong with him because they do not look at him as they pass him by. 

He is talking.
It is a language I have tried to understand for a long time but it eludes me. I understand the tones of the voices occasionally but never the words. He is talking to them bu...