In lands where dreams are often frail,
The silent cries of hunger wail,
A child’s gaze, hollow and deep,
In fields where hope dares not to sweep.

The sun sets on barren lands,
Where empty bowls rest in weary hands,
Malnutrition shadows every breath,
In whispered tales of life and death.

Yet in the hearts a flame remains,
A wish for rains, to break the chains,
Nurtured by the promise of tomorrow,
To rise above this sea of sorrow.

Let not the world forget their plight,
For in the darkness, there is light,
With every hand that chooses to give,
A chance for every soul to live.