Giving back to the homeless

In the aisles where the lights shine bright,

There’s a rhythm of hope in the dead of night.

From the shelves where the canned goods glow,

To the bread that’s left, there’s a chance to grow.

People searching through the tough times,

With empty hands but we’re making it right,

Together we lift, we share what we find,

A family of hearts in this community grind.

Oh, when the world feels heavy,

And the storm won’t pass,

We’re feeding the soul,

With love that’s meant to last.

From this supermarket,

To the streets where hope's born,

We’re handing out kindness,

A new dawn is sworn.

Every box we pack tells a story untold,

With each little gesture, we turn the cold bold.

The smiles that we see, they ignite the night,

In this dance of giving, everything feels right.

No one should walk a path alone,

In this city, together, we’ve made it our home.

So we gather the lost, with a hand and a plate,

In the heart of this market, we celebrate fate.

Oh, when the world feels heavy,

And the storm won’t pass,

We’re feeding the soul,

With love that’s meant to last.

From this supermarket,

To the streets where hope's born,

We’re handing out kindness,

A new dawn is sworn.

Each step we take, let the rhythm unfold,

In the hands of our neighbors, the warmth grows bold.

Community whispers, we’re stronger than fears,

Through the laughs and the tears, we’re writing our years.

So come on together, let’s raise up a song,

With every donation, we’re proving them wrong.

Oh, when the world feels heavy,

And the storm won’t pass,

We’re feeding the soul,

With love that’s meant to last.

From this supermarket,

To the streets where hope's born,

We’re handing out kindness,

A new dawn is sworn.