Whispers Of A Small Heart

In crowded streets, a little child roams,
No warm hearth, no loving home.
His hands are black with endless toil,
His dreams buried deep beneath the soil.

The city is cold, the nights are long,
Yet he hums a soft and hopeful song.
No parent’s care, no friendly face,
Just shadows that follow, leaving no space.

He dreams of fields where sunlight glows,
Of open skies and blooming rose.
Though poverty binds, and society ignores,
A spark of hope within him soars.

Innocence guides him through pain and fear,
Whispering courage for all to hear.
Though the world is harsh, his spirit stays bright,
A small flame of love, shining in the night.

One day he’ll rise, free and strong,
And prove that hope can right the wrong.
Until then, he walks with quiet grace,
A brave little heart in a cruel place.