Small Hands Changing the World

Fighting battles with no shields in sight,

Their faith becomes a torch burning bright.

Elsewhere, unemployment lingers still,  

Caged in shadows, silent and chill.

Yet destiny calls them to rise anew,

Crafting a future from fragments they knew.

Oh, these small hands,  

You are more than seekers of bread,

You are the beating heart of this land,

Planting hope where dreams once bled.

Let us embrace them with prayers and aid,