Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
Lies a world few dare to know,
Where dreams are shadows, whispers faint,
In hearts that bear a silent taint.

The streets are cold, the nights are long,
Each breath a whispered, mournful song,
In eyes that seek a fleeting light,
Amidst the endless, starless night.

Hope seems a distant, fading star,
A wish upon a world too far,
Yet still they strive, and still they yearn,
For brighter days and lessons learned.

The chains of poverty bind tight,
Yet in their hearts, a fierce fight,
For though the world may turn away,
Their spirit shines, come what may.