With hearts weighed down by pain, we write to you We no longer know the taste of life; we are merely trying to survive amid the cold, hunger, and fear My children spend their nights crying, their small bodies trembling from hunger, and I have nothing to ease their suffering. We live in a tent that shields neither rain nor wind, and our real home has become a distant memory Please don’t let our hands fall Your help is the last light in this darkness, and without it we may fadeaway without asound.