In shadows deep, where dreams are thin,
The silent cries of hearts unseen,
A world of want, with hope worn thin,
In poverty’s grip, lives intervene.

Beneath the stars, the streets they roam,
Seeking solace, a place called home,
The empty hands, the eyes that plead,
In every soul, a silent need.

The weary steps, the days so long,
A whispered prayer, a muted song,
The hunger gnaws, the cold persists,
Yet through it all, the spirit insists.

Let not their plight be lost in vain,
For in their strength we break the chain,
Together rise, together stand,
To mend the heart, to heal the land.