He

They lived in perpetual darkness and gloom

He was like a fragrance of a flower in bloom

All their tender life, they had known only apathy

No one had shown them the least bit of sympathy

The dilapidated orphanage that housed their body

Had siphoned away, all their love, joy and naughty

They remembered vividly the day he came

Things after that were never the same

He had looked into their sunken eyes and seen

Hopelessness, dejection and everything in between

He was a charmer, that one, and mighty bright

He for their betterment started a fight

He stood up for the defeated children and became their voice

By and by they stood up, revolted and made some noise

Today they are up on the ladders, painting the ceilings and walls

Today there is laughter, joy, and hope in the halls

They have painted white puffy clouds and blue sky

He has moved on to help others, they will not cry.