In the shadows where dreams decay,
Lies a whisper of hope, faint and frail.
Children’s laughter, echoes of yesterday,
Lost in the wind, like a forgotten tale.

Beneath the stars, their beds are stone,
Hunger’s embrace, a constant companion.
Yet in their eyes, a spark is sown,
A silent plea for a new dawn’s compassion.

Among the ruins of abandoned dreams,
Resilience blooms in unseen places.
With every tear, a river streams,
Washing away their silent disgraces.

O gentle souls, in your silent plight,
May the world awaken to your cries.
For in the darkness, there is light,
In unity, hope never dies.