Does it echo to the heavens or does it not make a sound?
Our disregarded children are like whispers in the night.
Fighting to be heard in a world suffused with strife.
The hopelessness of whispers falling idle on deaf ears,
Breeds bitterness and heartache,
Provoking poverty and tears.
Decimation threatens those with a faded voice.
We must grant neglected whispers new reasons to rejoice.
To give them wings of angles will inspire them to soar.
Let’s transform neglected whispers into songs of mighty roars.
