Beneath the sky so wide and blue,
Lie hearts and souls in shadows cast.
Their dreams are whispers, faint and few,
In lands where nights and hunger last.
The fields lay barren, hope runs dry,
Childrenâs eyes reflect the pain.
Beneath the sun, they toil and sigh,
Each day, a struggle not in vain.
The world moves on, in haste it flies,
Blind to the tears that drench the earth.
In silence, povertyâs voice cries,
For justice, love, and second birth.
Let hearts be moved to lend a hand,
To break the chains, to lift the veil.
In unity, letâs firmly stand,
So hope and peace may yet prevail.