In Rasta Kamp and Riverside’s glow,
A child stands in the feeding row.
With bread and soup, a daily grace,
A smile lights up their hopeful face.
Each bite is a treasure, warmth inside,
In humble hands, their dreams reside.
A silent thanks, a heartfelt cheer,
To those who give and persevere.
Behind the scenes, the dreamers stand,
With open hearts and helping hands.
In every meal, their love is seen,
Nourishing hope, fulfilling dreams.
