In the shadows of the city lights,
Where dreams dissolve in restless nights,
A child whispers to the moon’s soft glow,
Of a hunger only the stars know.

Beneath the bridge where hopes reside,
The wind carries stories of those who hide,
From the chill of the world’s indifferent gaze,
In search of warmth in a city’s maze.

Empty plates and hollow eyes,
Tell tales of dreams that never rise,
As the sun sets on another day,
Hunger’s grip tightens its silent sway.

Yet in the silence, a spark ignites,
A whisper of hope in the darkest nights,
For in each heart beats a fervent plea,
For a world where all can be truly free.