In streets of despair, young hearts beat with fading light,
Childhood's laughter lost, as poverty takes its toll tonight.
Some toil while peers attend school, empty stomachs gnaw with pain,
Dinner's promise unfulfilled, hope's light flickers, a dying ember's refrain.

A voice whispers in the night, "I'm the future, but what of my present's plight?"
Rights denied, childhood lost, in poverty's disarray.
Oh, world, how can you ignore, the silent cries, of this endless night?
Heed the call, of these young hearts, create a world where love, not poverty, does its part.
For they are not just the future's face, but the present's beauty, in a world lost in a dark, endless space.