In the alleys where shadows reside,
Hunger whispers its silent plea,
Children with dreams in their eyes,
Chase the echoes of what could be.

Beneath the moon’s gentle glow,
Empty hands reach for tomorrow,
Yet the night’s promise seems hollow,
In a world painted with sorrow.

Hope flickers in the darkest corner,
As fragile as a candle’s flame,
Yet still it dares to linger,
In hearts unknown to fame.

Let us weave a tapestry of care,
Where no soul is left behind,
For the world is vast and fair,
When compassion is unconfined.