HELPING HANDS

A heart that aches, a soul that cares,

For orphans' plight, and futures impaired,

He yearns to help, to lend a hand,

But means are scarce, his efforts grand.

Tears fall like rain, as he walks alone,

Seeing young minds, with dreams overthrown,

School fees unpaid, futures unsure,

He weeps for their fate, his heart pure.

Their laughter silenced, their smiles rare,

Their potential wasted, beyond repair,

He feels their pain, their struggles too,

A sympathetic heart, that beats for you.

Though potential lacking, his aim remains,

To support and uplift, ease their pains,

A helping hand, a listening ear,

His heart beats strong, though resources rare.

He cries out loud, for their future bright,

For opportunities, and a guiding light,

In their struggles, he sees his goal,

To make a difference, his spirit's role.

With every tear, a prayer is said,

For a chance to help, to lift their heads,

Though challenges mount, he won't give in,

His compassion guides, a helping kin.

In the silence, he hears their voice,

A plea for help, a desperate choice,

He wishes to be, a beacon of hope,

A source of strength, a heart that cope.