The Sad Children Sing For Joy

In the gray mist of morning, their voices rise,

Sad children sing for joy, beneath somber skies.

Their melodies weave through the air so thin,

A symphony of sorrow, where hope begins.

Eyes glisten with tears, yet smiles appear,

In their tender hearts, a spark grows clear.

With each note, they chase shadows away,

In the darkness of night, they find the day.

Their songs are soft whispers, a lullaby of pain,

Echoing through the silence, like a gentle rain.

Though burdened with grief, they dare to dream,

In their fragile voices, a radiant gleam.

For in the depths of sorrow, joy can be found,

Sad children sing for joy, with a haunting sound.

Their harmonies remind us, in life's cruel ploy,

That even in despair, there's a reason for joy.