The last soul was given, to a child with no name.

Born in an alley, to a life full of pain.

No one noticed, and no one knew-

If this soul perished, the earth was through.

Fed from dumpsters, sleeping in rain,

He held it all, with nothing to gain.

He held out his hand, but you passed by.

An offer of help, and you wondered why.

Dirty and homeless, what could he do?

Just save the world, starting with you.

Instead he died, completely unheard.

The world went dark, never hearing the word.