In the land of green hills and skies so wide,
Where oceans kiss shores and rivers glide,
There’s a shadow cast on the brightest day,
Where the dreams of children slowly fade away.
“Whispers of the Silent Cries”
Tiny hands that should reach for the sun,
Grasp only hunger when the day is done.
Their laughter’s quiet, their hopes concealed,
In a world where empty plates are never healed.
Beneath the stars, their beds of stone,
In houses broken, they feel so alone.
The warmth of love seems so far to seek,
When all they taste is the bitter and weak.
We speak of futures, of wealth and might,
Yet turn our backs on their endless night.
Where are the answers? Where is the light
For those who hunger, out of sight?
In the heart of Aotearoa’s grace,
Are children longing for a safer place.
Their eyes reflect the pain untold,
A story written in streets so cold.
Compassion calls in whispers deep,
For the ones who starve, for the ones who weep.
Can’t we offer more than just a sigh,
When the tears of the hungry fill the sky?
With every coin, with every hand,
We build a bridge from sea to land.
To lift the little souls so frail,
To let their dreams again set sail.
So let us stand, united, strong,
Against a world where wrong is long.
For every child, let’s raise a song,
And promise them where they belong.
In the land of green hills and skies so bright,
May we banish hunger from the night.
With hearts of love, let’s lift the gloom,
And fill their world with endless room.
For every child deserves the chance
To laugh, to love, to sing, to dance.
To feel the warmth of a life that’s free,
And rise above their poverty.
